Zephyria shot upward like a dark bullet fired from the heart of the earth.
The Aether-Nova Engine roared, a continuous, deafening scream of pure spatial magic that vibrated every stone and iron beam in the floating city.
The pitch-black Void-shield enclosing the five-mile-wide mountain hissed aggressively as it punched through the superheated, collapsing air of the Hollow Core.
Lucifer stood at the edge of the open deployment bay. The wind screamed past him, whipping his scorched leather armor.
Directly above them, the massive, continent-sized slab of rock easily ten miles wide plummeted downward, threatening to crush the rising city like an insect.
Lucifer didn't move. He didn't order the city to evade.
"Isolde!" Lucifer commanded over the comms rune.
"I see it, Warlord!" the Dragon Queen's voice hissed through the link.
