Sak'bas nodded, and charged forward, through a gap blown in the ghostly attackers. The Lantern King raised a protective barrier, but Sak'bas snarled, as she pressed into it. "I have already broken one god's champion... why not a demigod?" With a blaze of divine light suffusing her and everything around her, all of the allied spirits rushed the barrier together, giving their last essence into this final push. And then--<br/><br/>There was a majestic shattering sound, like the breaking of an entire crystal chandelier, and the liontaur drove herself into, and through the Lantern King... who simply collapsed into smoldering ashes.<br/><br/>Few have had the chance to see a star die. Spots of cold, lifeless darkness cover the fiery form of the Lantern King, growing, devouring, and with a dull moan, settling onto the ground in a cloud of coal-black dust.<br/><br/>But only for a moment, as with a sudden surge of energy, he is reborn again, as if he had never even been harmed. He freezes in place, and his masks are flickering through a hundred emotions - wrath, astonishment, even pride. "Defeat. What a refreshing feeling. I don't remember sensing it for a dozen millenia." A shudder seems to pass through his form. "But, what's next? How will you end this story, Devaguea? Listen, I know a good ending - elegant and refined. The hero defeats a deity in battle. Impressed, it grants the victor power, immortality... even a true form, befitting its stature. The hero enters the chamber of the deity, to become his herald and champion - eternal, powerful, equally glorified in the First World and Golarion. His kingdom, healed from its wounds and flourished under the care of the immortal champion. A beautiful ending, isn't it, Devaguea? And this legend is yours for the asking."