The Grand Army marched deeper into the Umbral Plane.
Lucifer rode his Nightmare Steed at the front of the colossal column. The thirteen million mortal soldiers followed, their armor glowing brightly with the golden buff of Solaris's Blessing.
The invisible spatial highway beneath their boots remained rock solid, maintained effortlessly by Lucifer's Void Arcanist core.
Behind Lucifer towered the Prime Architect.
The fifty-meter machine moved with smooth, controlled precision. Its massive metal feet struck the invisible path with deep, steady impacts that the soldiers could feel in their chests.
The five newly forged twenty-meter Arcane Sentinel Titans marched behind their creator, their crackling purple aether-cannons tracking the dense gray fog.
"We are approaching the coordinates," High Ranger Celeste called out over the comms rune. She rode her armored dire wolf fifty yards ahead, surrounded by the Phantom Rangers. "The fog is thinning. The magical pressure is spiking."
