Clash (6)

At the same time as the cloaked figures were executing their plot, in the hall of the Truthstone, a group of 5 Divine warriors were seated cross-legged around a snowy white cat, located in formation at the five corners of a pentagon.

Their lips were moving in an esoteric chant, but no sound was heard. However, wisps of runic power snaked up out of them every now and then, the lines of Divine light coiling around the Truthstone before being absorbed into the transparent crystal.

The Divine Beast in the centre had her eyes closed in a frown – concentrating on powering up their secret weapon.