The grand hall of Zephyria was dark save for the massive three-dimensional holographic starmap dominating the center of the room.
Lucifer stood with his arms crossed over his chest plate. His void-swirling eyes locked onto the projection.
The map was a chaotic glittering mess of blue, silver, and gold light. It displayed the immediate stratosphere and the endless vacuum of space beyond the planetary shield.
"It looks like someone kicked over a bucket of glowing sand," Lucifer muttered dryly.
Elara stood beside him with her Twilight wings folded neatly. She let out a short quiet snort of amusement. "A very accurate highly magical bucket of sand. But you are right. It is completely unreadable."
They had the firepower. They had the altitude. But navigating the absolute trackless void between the mortal stratosphere and the Silver Citadel was entirely different from marching across a continent.
