The plan began to unfold with precision.
First, Lucien released his companions.
Korrak, Vyrran and their child Korvyn... alongside Byakko, Seiryu and Sparkles.
Each bore plates of enchanted armor, faintly glowing with runes that shielded them from the corruption of the miasma.
Their role was clear. Reconnaissance and control.
They would guard the flanks and ensure the scattered scouting legions did not return to reinforce the Obsidian Tower. They were bound to Lucien through will so any threat they encountered would echo instantly in his mind.
With low growls of assent, they leapt forward. They vanished into the distance like living blades loosed from his hand.
Then came the second phase.
Inside the Divine Energy Core, Lucien felt the pressure of power building like a tide about to break. Their sharpest spearpoint had begun their casting.
Midas, Augustus, Leo, Cielius, Edric, Maxim, Ellen… and even the slimes... Skittles, Oreo and Nyxis.
