The Umbral Plane was a sensory void.
Lucifer stepped through the jagged purple rift and landed flawlessly on the floating island of black rock. The air was incredibly dense, suffocatingly heavy with unshaped dark magic.
Behind him, the massive, chaotic column of thirteen million mortal soldiers poured out of the unstable portal.
They stumbled onto the black rock, their iron boots clanking loudly in the eerie silence.
The transition from a burning capital to a lightless, anti-gravity dimension was terrifying.
Men and women who had just escaped the Void Beasts looked around in absolute shock. The sky above them was a shifting, bruised-purple expanse.
Massive, ruined Precursor temples and twisted iron spires drifted through the gray fog. There was no sun and no ground beneath the floating island.
Panic rippled through the ranks of the Royal Guard and the conscripted militias.
"Hold the line!" High Ranger Celeste roared from the center of the staging area.
