The mile-wide chasm between the Grand Army and the Umbral Ridge was no longer empty space. It was a kill zone of pure, blinding purple aether-energy.
One thousand Arcane Sentinel Titans stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the invisible spatial highway Lucifer had paved.
They did not stagger under the recoil of their massive, arm-mounted cannons.
The barrage was continuous.
Millions of Void Beasts—Crawlers, Stalkers, and massive, bone-plated Abyssal Brutes—hurled themselves across the gap, driven by mindless, ravenous hunger.
They slammed into the wall of overlapping aether-beams and were instantly vaporized.
Black chitin, purple blood, and shattered bone rained down into the endless, gray fog below.
Lucifer stood fifty feet behind the firing line.
The heat radiating from the cannons washed over his dark armor. The ruby-red light of his Carnage Core pulsed with a frantic, greedy rhythm.
