Lucifer dropped through the air.
He did not use Zephyr's Grace to slow down. He plummeted past the upper tiers of Zephyria with the wind screaming in his ears.
Below him, the massive open courtyards of the lower city were a chaotic mess of flashing purple magic, golden shields, and deafening roars.
The colossal tentacles of the Abyssal Dreadnought had breached the pitch-black Void-shield! They acted as massive fleshy boarding tubes.
Thousands of heavy-class Abyssal monsters, hulking Brutes and jagged-armored Knights, were pouring out of the tentacles directly into the lower deployment bays.
Lucifer hit the ground.
He did not land gracefully. He slammed into the black stone pavement of the central plaza like a meteor.
The physical impact of his Level 50 Warlord core cracking the bedrock sent a shockwave through the immediate area.
It knocked a dozen Abyssal Knights off their feet.
"Nice of you to drop in, Boss," a dry breathless voice called out.
