The Silver Citadel was no longer a realm of blinding holy light.
Zephyria sat anchored over the Hanging Gardens of Elysium, casting a massive, permanent shadow over the pristine white marble and glowing silver flora.
The Celestial Hegemony was broken. The surviving angels were disarmed and confined to the lower tiers, acting as glorified maintenance workers under the watchful, terrifying gaze of the Paladin-Mechs.
Lucifer didn't linger in the gardens. He had a planet to crack, and he needed armor.
He strode through the grand, empty halls of the Solar Throne, his iron boots echoing sharply against the polished gold floors. Elara, Lyra, Vexia, and Thrain followed closely behind him.
"The Celestial Adamantine reserves are stored beneath the primary barracks," Lyra explained, pointing her silver broadsword toward a massive set of heavily warded double doors at the end of the hall.
