The sun set completely over the Sanctum of Solaris.
Zephyria hung ten thousand feet above the human capital like a massive jagged black mountain silhouetted against the starry sky. The ten thousand Cryo-Pylons ringing the perimeter glowed with a faint steady blue light.
The floating city was quiet. The deafening hum of the Aether-Forge had ceased. The rhythmic thunder of marching iron boots was over. The fifty thousand Glacial Wyrms roosted silently on the battlements and their white scales blended into the dark stone.
Lucifer stood on the golden observation deck of the Spire of Celestial Convergence.
He rested his iron gauntlets on the railing and looked down at the dark sprawling continent below. The capital city was no longer burning. The fires had been extinguished. The streets were clear of Void Beasts. The massive golden dome of Solaris's Prison was gone.
