Isolde landed gracefully in the main courtyard of Zephyria.
The colossal Crystalline White Dragon touched down smoothly and her heavy claws cracked the black-stone pavement.
Lucifer vaulted off her neck before she even finished shifting. By the time his iron boots hit the ground, Isolde had already dissolved into white mist and reformed into her shimmering human-shaped ice-crystal gown.
The courtyard was packed but absolutely silent.
The thirteen million mortal soldiers, the titans, and the five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons stood at attention.
They had just watched their Warlord drop a city-sized Leviathan out of the sky using only his bare hand!
Elara, Lyra, and Sarah stood near the heavy oak doors of the central keep. Vexia hovered above them and her red bat wings beat slowly.
"The Vanguard is dead," Lucifer announced with his voice carrying effortlessly over the silent army. "The sky is ours."
