Lucifer shot through the zero-gravity void of the Hollow Core like a dark meteor.
Behind him, Elara and Lyra flew in perfect formation. The Twilight Sovereign's dark wings and the Dawn Saintess's six wings of holy fire and void matter pushed them effortlessly through the freezing, stagnant air.
They closed the two-mile distance to the massive, violet plasma egg in seconds.
They didn't crash into the shell.
Lucifer activated a localized Gravity Crush just before impact, perfectly arresting their momentum. They halted, hovering precisely fifty feet away from the blinding, violent surface of the Egg of Nihilanth.
Up close, the sheer scale of the embryo was mind-bending. The violet plasma did not look like fire; it looked like a solid wall of absolute cosmic law.
It pulsed with a terrifying, chaotic rhythm, radiating an immense, crushing psychic pressure that tried to force them away.
