The Sanctum of Solaris shook under the Eclipse Convergence.
Lucifer stood in the center of the shattered market square. The conscripted Royal Guards held a tight perimeter around him, their halberds aimed nervously at the jagged purple rifts tearing through the sky.
Archbishop Zerathis was still screaming.
"You can't abandon the Grand Cathedral!" the old man screamed, his jewel-covered robes whipping in the wind.
He grabbed Lucifer's arm, his fingernails digging in desperately. "We have the Solaris Templars! The elite defenders! If you abandon them, the Church's entire heavy infantry will be wiped out!"
Lucifer looked down at the Archbishop's hand.
The Warlord's eyes narrowed. He did not physically push Zerathis away. He simply engaged a microscopic fraction of Sovereign's Weight.
The invisible crushing gravity slammed into Zerathis's wrist. The old man gasped, his bones cracking instantly under the pressure.
