Zephyria rapidly shrank below them as they climbed.
Lucifer stood on Isolde's massive, diamond-scaled neck. The high-altitude wind screamed past his dark armor.
The air grew violently hot, thick with the stench of burning of raw unfiltered Abyssal magic bleeding from the torn sky.
Elara flew parallel to the Royal Dragon. The Eclipse Valkyrie's Twilight wings beat with explosive, rhythmic power, effortlessly keeping pace with Isolde's colossal speed.
Above them, the Abyssal Rift dominated the heavens.
It was no longer a perfect, glowing purple eye. The strike from Zephyria's planetary railgun had shattered the Keystone of Chaos, causing the dimensional tear to violently collapse inward.
But the collapse was jammed.
Malphas, the Desolator, was physically holding the door open.
The Demon King's true body was incomprehensibly massive. It was not a magical projection or a localized Avatar.
