The battlefield was silent. Ten thousand shattered Astral Constructs drifted aimlessly in the zero-gravity void.
They glittered like frozen blue dust against the backdrop of deep space.
Lucifer stood on the balcony of Zephyria's central keep. He ignored the floating debris. His void-swirling eyes were locked entirely on the massive chaotic expanse of broken white marble and gold suspended hundreds of miles above them.
The Celestial Stairway. The only physical path into the Silver Citadel.
"It really is a mess up there," Lucifer muttered and leaned his elbows on the cold stone railing.
"The Gods throw a tantrum and expect someone else to clean up the pieces."
Elara stood beside him and let out a quiet breathy laugh. The Twilight Sovereign's iridescent armor shifted seamlessly.
"They always did have a flair for the dramatic. Smashing the bridge was supposed to be a permanent 'Do Not Disturb' sign."
"We're ignoring the sign," Lucifer stated smoothly.
