Lucifer fell back into reality.
He slammed hard into the golden hard-light highway of the Silver Citadel.
His dark leather armor scraped against the glowing surface as he rolled to a stop.
He lay on his back for a fraction of a second with his chest heaving and his muscles screaming from the sheer absolute exhaustion of overriding a conceptual execution.
"Lucifer!"
Elara was there before he even sat up. The Twilight Sovereign landed heavily beside him and her violet-flaming spear hummed.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him upright with a frantic desperate grip. Her golden eyes scanned his body and searched for fatal wounds.
"I'm alive," Lucifer grated out and waved her off slightly. He wiped a streak of blood from his nose with the back of his smoking iron gauntlet. "Just a bit drained."
