he Lucent Sun cuts through a mass of clouds visible from the Plateau. The four Scions stagger briefly before a towering mass before readying another advance. An odd swirl cuts through the air, unnoticed by those gathered. The Scions strike - a sudden flash of light launches them backwards - and a detonation erupts before they can recover.

The light fades, and before them rests a new figure, one unmistakably sent to protect them.