They were coming. He could sense it from the deepest recesses of hellonu to the highest peaks of heavora. Every pore of his body's energy was vibrating violently, golden chori coursing through his veins.
Looking to his left, he could see Beldaneth, geared up and ready. Even so, slight traces of tension and strain were on his face, the face of The Warrior.
To his right was Gandrel, ever the pacifist. He looked uneasy and uncomfortable. He hated fighting, despised war, but the upcoming battle was inevitable. He looked sad, but accepting.
They were coming.
Suddenly, everything stopped. Just stopped. Then energy resonances stopped, well.. resonating. Nothing.. but silence, even throughout the heno, which was NEVER ever really silent.
Beldaneth suddenly laughed.. a laugh that rang and echoed in the chamber. All five of them turned, to look at him. He smiled.. a haunting one.. "The quiet before the storm", he said.
Turns out he was right.
Golden explosions erupted around the chamber.
Gateways materialized in a semi circle around them.
The Heavenly Warriors were here.
