The grand hall of Zephyria was silent, but the air felt heavy, charged with an invisible, oppressive tension.
Lucifer stood at the head of the massive table. He didn't pace. He didn't look out the high arched windows at the starry sky.
His void-swirling eyes were fixed on the deep, pulsing cracks spiderwebbing across the holographic map of the continent below them.
His council was gathered.
Elara stood to his right, her Twilight wings folded neatly against her iridescent armor. Lyra, the Dawn Saintess, rested her hands on the hilt of her silver broadsword.
Sarah gripped her Scepter of Cosmic Alignment, her starlight eyes wide and unfocused as she listened to the chaotic magical frequencies echoing from the earth.
Isolde leaned against a stone pillar, her arms crossed over her ice-crystal gown. High Ranger Celeste and Princess Vexia stood near the heavy iron doors, their expressions grim.
