Lightning cracked from the buildings, the streets, and the lights, as a sphere of swirling energy, materialized itself between the combatants. From within the light, a swirling, burning effigy of the armored Archon appeared.
The lightning grew more intense as the Archon spoke, his voice low and angry.
You have entered my lands, stolen the souls of my people, and waged your fight upon my door. This is intolerable, and you have been purged of your mana." His voice wavered from a voice in the air, and in their minds, distorting between the two effects. It was ominous, drawn out, yet feirce.
Then, the voice boomed in their minds, Now.. Leave my city at once! Or prepare to envoke my wrath.