The Sanctum of Solaris burned under the eclipsed sun.
Lucifer stood on the shattered floor of the Royal War Room. The heavy platinum badge of the Grand Marshal rested on his dark leather tunic.
He ignored the cowering generals and the trembling King Carlos. He turned his eyes toward the massive, broken stained-glass window.
Down in the streets, chaotic, multi-limbed Void Beasts poured out of the jagged purple rifts tearing the sky apart. The screams of the citizens and the desperate clashing of steel echoed up to the highest tower.
Lucifer did not immediately rush down to save them.
He had secured the absolute legal authority of the human kingdoms. He had forced the King's submission.
Now, he needed to solidify his ultimate defensive asset before he committed his own forces to the slaughter.
He opened his Dimensional Vault.
Lucifer reached into the dark spatial rift and pulled out the small, intricately carved silver communication mirror.
