In response, clown, Konak, and Yriel poured out their divine power, chanting frantic prayers in a ritual of supplication.
Just as the terrifying sword-light was about to hit them, the four god statues that stood guard at the corners of The Dais of Judgment teleported in front of the Pontiffs, forming a living shield.
CRACK!
The two statues at the forefront took the full force of the blow. Deep fissures spiderwebbed across their divine forms before they crumbled into piles of rubble.
"Gods, that power!"
"We blocked it… We actually blocked it."
Konak and Yriel were still reeling. If their joint summoning of the Aegis of the Four had failed, that single strike would have annihilated their demigod phantoms. Even if they had survived, they would have been critically wounded.
Amidst their relief, clown remained silent.
But inside, his mind was a raging storm.
Why? Why are they so strong?