The three purple rifts collapsed with a sharp pop.
The ambient Abyssal magic flooding the small white marble vault vanished instantly. The three Level 65 Doom-Bringers staggered with their massive dark matter armor visibly dimming.
Deprived of the infinite energy pouring from the demon realm, their rapid regeneration halted completely.
They were no longer unkillable. They were just heavy!
"Now," Lucifer commanded. "Break them."
Elara did not hesitate.
The Twilight Sovereign dropped her silver shield. In the confined space of the twenty-by-twenty-foot vault, it was a liability.
She gripped her violet-flaming spear with both hands. Her Mythic Void-Weave armor shifted and absorbed the dim light. It made her look like a solid shadow moving through the room.
She took the frontline.
The crippled Doom-Bringer on the right, still dragging its purified knee joint, swung its massive acid-dripping executioner sword in a desperate horizontal sweep!
