....Things happened very fast.
One moment, the battle raged in chaos, and the next, Zolgorith was kneeling in the void.
His massive form, once filled with a terrible, slow-burning power, was now a wreck.
Thick, dark blood seeped from every orifice—his eyes, his nose, his ears, even the cracks forming along his skin. His great horns, symbols of his authority, were fractured, as though the weight of the universe had pressed down upon him.
Zolgorith's breath was ragged. His will was broken.
Lucifer watched this, then turned away, his gaze settling on the vast primary plane of Sloth before him.
Where once there had been a great, slumbering empire of demons—now there was only ruin.
The void was littered with the bodies of the fallen.
