"The coordinates are locked, Grand Marshal," Sarah reported from the observation deck with her voice crackling slightly over the comms rune.
"The Crown of the First King is buried precisely two thousand feet beneath the epicenter of the Royal Palace ruins. The Abyssal corruption is extreme. My sight cannot penetrate the bedrock."
"It doesn't need to," Lucifer stated smoothly. "I just need a drop point."
He did not bring his entire army. The thirteen million mortal soldiers were useless in a highly corrupted toxic Abyssal zone.
He needed speed and absolute lethality.
"Elara," Lucifer commanded and turned to the Twilight Sovereign. Her iridescent Mythic armor absorbed the dim light of the grand hall.
"I am ready, Warlord," Elara replied and spun her violet-flaming spear.
"Celeste," Lucifer added over the comms link.
A moment later, the heavy iron doors of the hall swung open. High Ranger Celeste jogged in. Her dire wolf paced nervously at her side.
