"I have come to collect your thrones," Lucifer's voice echoed across the burning golden sky.
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the terrifying, absolute arrogance of a mortal threatening the Heavens in their own domain.
Then, the celestial dimension reacted.
It wasn't a chaotic, shrieking charge like the Abyssal swarms. The Celestial Hegemony moved with terrifying, mechanical precision.
Millions of six-winged Seraphim, hovering in perfect spherical formations around Zephyria, raised their plasma swords simultaneously.
The massive, spinning wheels of fire ignited, their thousands of unblinking eyes glowing white-hot as they charged heavy smite attacks.
"They are prepping a synchronized barrage," Elara warned, stepping to Lucifer's side. The Twilight Sovereign's iridescent armor rippled.
"If they all fire at once, the sheer volume of holy magic will overwhelm the Void-shield."
"They aren't going to fire," Lucifer stated smoothly.
