The path to the Solar Throne was paved with shattered glass and broken light.
Lucifer walked slowly across the massive plaza, the heavy iron boots of his dark armor crushing the remnants of the Sun-Eater Array.
Behind him, the thirteen-million-strong mortal army halted their advance, securing the perimeter as ordered.
Elara, Lyra, and Isolde fell into step beside him.
The Twilight Sovereign gripped her violet-flaming spear, her dark, iridescent wings folded tight. The Dawn Saintess held her silver broadsword, her dual-toned eyes locked onto the massive, open doors of the ziggurat.
And Isolde.
The Winter Sovereign had shifted back to her human form. She wore her shimmering ice-crystal gown, her white reptilian eyes narrowing as she felt the oppressive, suffocating heat radiating from the open doors.
"I don't like this heat, Warlord," Isolde hissed, crossing her pale arms. "It feels like standing inside a forge."
