The tension between Kent and the towering tantric sage reached peak. Kent, still standing firm, got ready to strike at any moment. Just as their confrontation threatened to erupt again, the air shimmered with golden light, and the nine Yogic sages appeared in a perfect semicircle, their serene faces exuding calm and control.
"Stop now, Elder." the first yogic sage spoke, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable authority that caused the entire battlefield to fall silent. His words seemed to ripple across the air, quieting even the faint whispers of the wind.
The lead sage stepped forward, his form glowing faintly with an ethereal light. His long beard swayed slightly in the breeze, and his penetrating gaze softened as it fell on the tantric sage. "Oh great Tantric Sage, please temper your anger. This young man is not your enemy."