The Crusade stepped off the floating black rock.
Thirteen million mortal soldiers followed Lucifer into the dense, suffocating gray fog of the Umbral Plane.
The air was unnaturally cold. There was no ground, no sky, and no horizon.
They marched across a massive, invisible bridge of hardened spatial magic.
Lucifer walked at the head of the massive column. Each step required a steady, precise flow of his Void Arcanist mana.
He used Gravity Crush to compress the unstable matter beneath their feet, creating a perfectly flat, ten-mile-wide invisible path that held his army steady in the void.
It was a staggering display of Archmage-level control. The Warlord was literally paving the Abyss.
"The fog is getting thicker, Commander," High Ranger Celeste called out from her dire wolf.
She rode fifty yards behind Lucifer, surrounded by her four hundred Phantom Rangers.
