He didn't stay to see if Marx made it down to the planet safely, and was gone within moments. Upon returning to Halcandra, he noticed something.

The volcano had blown its top.

Magolor was worried, this is very bad. That meant he couldn't park the Lor back in the cave, as it was most likely filled with the magma, and he didn't know of any other place to put it.

It didn't matter, he was planning on taking that crown anyways, the sooner the better, he supposed.

He charged up the cannons.

Everything was going down. The Lor was on a collision course, and she was falling apart. In a last ditch effort, he punched in the last coordinates that were loaded.

He wasn't going to die here.