The deck of the Abyssal Dreadnought was a vast terrifying expanse of black pulsing sickly green runes.
The air was suffocatingly dense and reeked of ancient rot and pure Void magic. High above, the bruised-purple tear of the Abyssal Rift dominated the sky like a chaotic storm of dark energy fighting against the absolute silence of the surrounding void.
Lucifer stood near the massive severed stump of the boarding tentacle. He did not look back at the retreating tube.
He stared across the black deck at the figure standing thirty feet away.
Archangel Uriel!
The entity was a horrifying juxtaposition of divine grace and absolute decay. The pristine white marble armor was cracked and oozed corrosive green sludge.
The skeletal black-iron pinions that replaced its golden wings twitched with jerky unnatural spasms. The smooth golden mask covering its face wept continuous streams of black blood.
[System Warning: Corrupted Entity Detected!]
