Sarkina, still kneeling, waved her hand in a graceful motion. In response, five enormous jars, each as tall as a man and etched with intricate celestial runes, floated forward as though guided by an unseen force.
They glimmered faintly, radiating an aura of immense power that even the light of the plane's core couldn't diminish. The air around them hummed with latent energy, the seals on their surfaces glowing faintly as they hovered before the Morningstar.
Lucifer's eye shifted to the jars, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a sigh escaped his lips, low and weary yet laced with a dark satisfaction. "So many have tried to stop me, Sarkina," he said, his voice resonating with a strange, melodic gravity. "They scrape, they struggle, they bleed... and yet, here I stand. Always here. Always inevitable."
