Lucifer sat on the Throne of the Void.
The heavy high-backed chair was carved from a single seamless block of dark matter and enchanted iron. It rested in the exact center of the grand hall of Zephyria.
The air in the room was perfectly climate-controlled. It was sealed against the freezing stratosphere outside by the localized atmospheric dome.
The floating city was silent.
Deep within the bedrock miles below his boots, the Void-Core Reactor hummed. It was a steady rhythmic vibration. It pulsed in perfect synchronization with the Sanguine Grid Vexia had woven into the walls.
Faint pulsing crimson veins of blood magic glowed dimly in the black stone of the grand hall. They fed off the infinite mana of the engine.
Lucifer rested his iron gauntlets on the armrests.
He opened his system interface. He did not check his inventory. He did not look at his troop counts. He checked the master timeline.
[System Status: Temporal Anomaly Stabilized.]
[Regression Parameters: Achieved.]
