"Go," Lucifer whispered into the dark.
He didn't look back. He kept his void-swirling eyes locked entirely on the massive, spinning rings of the Cosmic Forge miles below him. He tightened his grip on the Aegis of the God-Slayer.
He prepared to dive. He began funneling the absolute maximum output of his Void Arcanist mana directly into his spirit core, overriding the safety parameters that kept his soul anchored to his physical body.
The burning, agonizing pressure of the impending soul-ignition started to build in his chest.
THUD.
A heavy, silver-plated boot stepped directly in front of him, blocking the edge of the floating rock.
Lucifer blinked, startled. He halted the mana flow instantly.
He looked up.
Elara stood directly in his path. The Twilight Sovereign had not cast a teleportation spell. She had not turned back to the city.
She stood tall, her massive wings of moonlight and void energy fully extended, completely blocking his line of sight to the Forge.
