The sky didn't just break. It poured.
When the Sun Shield shattered, the purple haze of the Void rushed in like a tidal wave. The golden light of the Capital was choked out, replaced by a suffocating twilight.
From the floating black cathedrals, the doors opened.
They didn't drop bombs. They dropped Soldiers.
Thousands of them. Twisted, lanky creatures made of black oil and white bone. They landed on the marble streets with wet splats, then rose up, shrieking with voices that sounded like tearing metal.
"DEFEND THE CITY!" Prince Bastion roared.
He didn't need a microphone. His voice was a thunderclap. He leaped from the balcony of the Throne Room, landing forty feet below in the courtyard.
He slammed his claymore into the ground. A shockwave of golden aura knocked back the first wave of monsters.
"Lion Guard! Phalanx Formation!"
The Lion Guards, gleaming in their golden armor, locked shields. They formed a wall of gold against the tide of black.
