The gray fog thinned, revealing a landscape of absolute nightmare.
Lucifer walked at the front of the thirteen-million-strong Crusade. The invisible spatial highway beneath his boots held firm against the anti-gravity of the Umbral Plane.
The army marched in a massive, blinding column of golden light, illuminating the floating ruins scattered across the dimension.
Giant, twisted iron spires pierced the gloom like dead trees. Massive slabs of black rock and petrified wood hovered silently in the air.
"The architecture here makes no sense," Lyra observed. The Dawn Saintess marched on Lucifer's right flank, her silver battle armor glowing with holy fire.
She looked at a shattered, upside-down cathedral floating a mile away. "It is not built. It looks like it was thrown together by a madman."
"It wasn't built," Lucifer said to her. He kept his eyes fixed on the horizon. "This dimension doesn't have a history.
It absorbs the echoes of the mortal plane.
