The river of souls was gone.
Lucifer and Lyra hovered in the absolute silence of the empty channel.
The colossal, violet sun at the center of the cavern, the Egg of Nihilanth pulsed with a slow, heavy, malevolent rhythm.
The blinding plasma shell was completely smooth, devoid of the frantic, jagged dark matter spikes that had plagued it earlier.
The World-Eater was starved, but it was not dead. It was incubating.
Zephyria glided smoothly through the dark, fleshy pillars of the Hollow Core, approaching from above. The five-mile-wide floating city looked like a massive, armored spearhead, its pitch-black Void-shield glowing faintly with the heat of the mantle.
"We are holding position, Warlord," Sarah reported over the comms rune. The Oracle's voice was strained, fighting the overwhelming psychic pressure of the massive embryo.
