The main courtyard of Zephyria was a massive staging ground of black stone.
The iridescent pearl-like dome of the planetary shield hummed softly high above. It kept the howling winds of the stratosphere and the swarming Abyssal monsters completely at bay.
Lucifer stood on the steps of the central keep.
Spread out before him were the five thousand Aether-Steel Dragoons. The massive black-metal centaurs hovered three inches off the ground with their blue thrusters idling.
They were flawless tireless machines of war, but their design was limited. They were built to hover over physical terrain.
"They are perfectly functional, Warlord," Dwarf King Thrain noted and leaned on his heavy hammer beside Lucifer.
The dwarf wiped a smudge of soot from his nose. "The aether-cannons can punch through standard Abyssal chitin, and the Star-Metal lances conduct lightning beautifully.
Why risk overloading their cores with foreign demonic magic?"
