Lucifer shot through the zero-gravity void of the Hollow Core like a dark teor.
Behind him, Elara and Lyra flew in perfect formation. The Twilight Sovereign’s dark wings and the Dawn Saintess’s six wings of holy fire and void matter pushed them effortlessly through the freezing, stagnant air.
They closed the two-mile distance to the massive, violet plasma egg in seconds.
They didn’t crash into the shell.
Lucifer activated a localized Gravity Crush just before impact, perfectly arresting their montum. They halted, hovering precisely fifty feet away from the blinding, violent surface of the Egg of Nihilanth.
Up close, the sheer scale of the embryo was mind-bending. The violet plasma did not look like fire; it looked like a solid wall of absolute cosmic law.
It pulsed with a terrifying, chaotic rhythm, radiating an imnse, crushing psychic pressure that tried to force them away.
"It’s flawless," Elara noted, her golden eyes squinting against the blinding glare. She gripped her violet-flaming spear. "There are no cracks. There are no seams. It looks impenetrable."
"It’s not impenetrable," Lucifer stated smoothly. "It’s just mathematically perfect. We need to find the glitch."
He tapped his comms rune.
"Sarah. We are in position," Lucifer reported.
High above, standing on the golden observation deck of Zephyria, the Star-Touched Oracle took a deep breath.
"I am engaging," Sarah whispered.
She didn’t raise her Scepter of Cosmic Alignnt. She dropped it. The mythic staff clattered against the golden floor. She didn’t need a weapon for this; she needed her absolute, unadulterated mind.
Sarah closed her eyes.
She pushed her Oracle sight out of her body, completely bypassing the physical world, and plunged her consciousness directly into the colossal, violet plasma shell of the World-Eater’s egg.
The backlash was catastrophic.
Sarah scread. It was a raw, agonizing sound that echoed across the quiet observation deck.
The sheer, incomprehensible scale of the World-Eater’s chaotic, insane mind crashed into her delicate mortal consciousness. It felt like standing underneath a collapsing galaxy. It was pure, screaming, unadulterated madness.
HUNGER. CONSU. SHATTER.
The primal thoughts of the incubating god ripped through her brain, aggressively trying to lobotomize the tiny spark daring to look inside it. Blood poured instantly from Sarah’s nose and ears. Her pale skin turned completely translucent.
"She is overloading!" Vexia shrieked over the comms from the forge. The Sanguine Princess was monitoring the city’s magical diagnostics. "The psychic feedback is massive! Her core is fracturing!"
Down in front of the egg, Lucifer didn’t panic.
He knew Sarah couldn’t shoulder the weight of a Primordial God alone.
"Link the network," Lucifer commanded smoothly.
He didn’t use a spell. He didn’t use the Gauntlet. He reached out with his bare left hand and grabbed Elara’s shoulder. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed Lyra’s arm.
"System," Lucifer roared ntally. "Establish direct Soul-Bond network. Target: Sarah. Anchors: Lucifer, Lyra, Elara."
[System: Soul-Bond Network Initiated.]
[Status: Multi-Core Synchronization Active.]
The connection hit Lucifer like a physical blow.
He didn’t just feel Sarah’s presence. He felt Elara’s fierce, predatory twilight magic and Lyra’s warm, absolute holy light simultaneously. The four of them were linked, their minds and mana cores fused into a single, unified defensive grid.
The chaotic, screaming madness of the World-Eater instantly flooded into the network.
"Hold her!" Lucifer ordered through the shared ntal link.
Lyra didn’t hesitate. The Dawn Saintess poured her entire Tier 5 core into the network. Her blinding white holy light acted as a soothing, stabilizing balm against the abrasive madness, wrapping Sarah’s fracturing mind in a warm, protective embrace.
Elara’s dark matter surged from the opposite side. The Twilight Sovereign provided a rigid, unyielding wall of ntal armor, physically blocking the heaviest spikes of Abyssal terror from reaching the Oracle.
Lucifer acted as the gravity well.
He used his Void Arcanist core to absorb the excess psychic pressure. He funneled the overwhelming, incomprehensible terror of the World-Eater directly into the absolute emptiness of the Void. He acted as the heat sink for the entire network, gritting his teeth as the concentrated madness burned against his soul.
Sarah stopped screaming.
Protected by her Warlord and her sister Sovereigns, the Oracle stabilized.
She didn’t retreat. She pushed deeper.
Sarah navigated the madness. She pushed her cosmic sight through the chaotic, swirling plasma of the shell, analyzing the fundantal architecture of the Primordial entity. She wasn’t looking for a physical crack; she was looking for the mathematical anomaly in the cosmic law.
"It’s moving," Sarah strained, her voice echoing weakly through the ntal link. "The flaw isn’t static. The shell is fluid. The weak point is shifting every microsecond."
"Track it," Lucifer ordered, sweat dripping from his chin as he held the psychic weight.
"I am tracking it," Sarah replied fiercely.
A tiny, glowing silver coordinate appeared in Lucifer’s physical vision, projected directly from the Oracle’s mind into his optic nerve.
It was a small, brilliant silver crosshair. It danced erratically across the massive, violet surface of the egg, moving with terrifying, unpredictable speed. It darted left, shot right, zipped diagonally, never staying in one place for more than a fraction of a second.
"There," Sarah whispered. "That is the flaw. That is the exact molecular point where the dark matter hasn’t fused. If you hit that exact coordinate with absolute physical force, the cosmic law will shatter."
"I see it," Lucifer announced.
He didn’t sever the ntal link. He kept his hands firmly on Elara and Lyra, maintaining the psychic anchor protecting the Oracle.
But he couldn’t hold them and strike at the sa ti.
"I have the mark," Lucifer stated smoothly, stepping back slightly to release his grip on his commanders.
The mont he let go, the massive psychic weight slamd back down onto Sarah. The Oracle gasped loudly over the comms, but she didn’t break the scrying spell. She gritted her teeth, holding the silver crosshair firmly in Lucifer’s vision.
"I will hold the target, Lucifer," Sarah promised, her voice tight with agony. "Just hit it."
Lucifer drew his ruby-red longsword with his left hand. The Blade of Ruin flared, but he didn’t raise it. A sword was not heavy enough to crack a planet. He needed blunt, catastrophic trauma.
He raised his right hand.
The Gauntlet of the Void King crackled with fierce, pitch-black lightning.
Lucifer’s void-swirling eyes locked onto the dancing, erratic silver crosshair racing across the violet plasma shell fifty feet in front of him.
He had one shot. If he missed, the World-Eater would realize it was under attack and solidify the flaw.
"System," Lucifer commanded quietly.
He channeled his entire, Level 50 Archmage core into the Mythic artifact. He poured the infinite, dark matter of the Void directly into the iron-plated knuckles.
"Apply the Apex Multiplier," Lucifer whispered. "Ten thousand tis."
[Divine Talent: Apex Multiplier Activated!]
[Applying 10,000x multiplier to Physical Kinetic Output and Spatial Density...]
[Warning: Artifact Integrity Compromised. Catastrophic Failure Imminent.]
Lucifer ignored the flashing red warning text.
He didn’t use a spell. He didn’t cast Gravity Crush or Spatial Rend.
He pulled his right arm back. He focused the 10,000x multiplied kinetic force and the infinite spatial density entirely into a single, physical punch.
The Gauntlet of the Void King shrieked. The dark matter tal actually began to lt and warp under the impossible strain of holding that much concentrated physical power.
The black lightning turned a blinding, violent white.
Lucifer activated Zephyr’s Grace.
He didn’t run. He launched himself through the zero-gravity void.
He beca a blur of dark motion, rocketing toward the colossal, violet egg. He moved faster than sound, faster than light. He was a singular point of absolute, unstoppable kinetic violence.
The tiny silver target marker darted across the surface of the shell.
Lucifer tracked it flawlessly.
He reached the egg. The heat of the plasma washed over his armor, but he didn’t flinch.
"Break," Lucifer roared.
He drove his multiplied, iron-clad fist directly into the shifting, microscopic silver weak point on the violet plasma shell.
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