Once again packed into closer formations and with the advantage of higher ground, with the Legion's own clerics able to call down blessings on more of its holy warriors at once, the Legion of Pure Light manages to rally and hold ground around the base of the pyramid, though they are coming dangerously closer to the fight above where Xin's fires scorch the bare stone and lightning strokes gash through rock.  Caeldon continues to wear at the assault with blessed shield and divine protections of Iomedae before finding an opportunity strike.  His own radiant sword cuts deep through the wizard's defences and cuts deep.<br/><br/>Xin staggers back and gives a roar of rage, a roar that is fearfully answered.<br/><br/>A terrific clap of thunder resounds deafeningly in the closed confines of the sanctum and a sphere of blinding multicoloured light expands from Xin with the devastating rush of a hurricane, battering aside the Legion and Xin's own forces alike.  Tabitha finds herself lifted off her feet and thrown clear through the air, smashing into some other unknown person as surely as if a giant had picked her up and hurled her.  Long heartbeats of darkness go by.<br/><br/>As Tabitha slowly regains consciousness, she can hear the groans of the survivors and the dying around her.  It is impossible to tell how long has passed, but it can't be more than a few minutes at most, though perhaps it is only moments in the aftermath.  Xin's demons are gone and his undead have been reduced to dust otherwise fled.  Some people, both Legion and cultist are trying to get to their feet, but are otherwise too dazed to even fight each other, despite being within arms reach.  The sounds of Caeldon battling Xin can no longer be heard, but then Tabitha's hearing doesn't seem to be working too well, and all she can hear is a faint ringing noise, as though the thunderclap has momentarily deafened her.<br/><br/>She is still on the floor when a robbed man walks past her down the stairs.  Xin!  The man walks by, ignoring everyone except for those directly in his path who suddenly move aside as though being swept by invisible forces.  Behind him, in tow, the Sihedron floats.  This close to her, the psychic whispers are almost maddening, urging her to seize it for herself and rule the world, every luxury and every pleasure hers.  Surprisingly, for an artifact of sin, there is no aura of evil or malice about it.  Yet amidst that torrent of whispers there is another voice, one kind and gentle yet firm.<br/><br/>Whether it is a vision or perhaps figments of Tabitha's battered mind, the goddess Iomedae herself is behind her, helping Tabitha get to her feet.  She whispers something into Tabitha's ear, though she cannot understand words.  The image of Iomedae is no longer behind her, yet she is granted a moment of clarity to see what the goddess was trying urge her – in the flawless form of the Sihedron, a small crack at the base where all the spokes join together; Caeldon's efforts to destroy the artefact himself, and now requiring only one last push...