054: tradition

There was silence in the chamber, as the three warriors stood, bowing their elongated, angular heads in respect. A glowing circle, lined with runes in some ancient tongue, surrounded the armored sentinels, as ancestral chanting echoed throughout the minds of those assembled. Similar markings on the plates of armor resonated with those of the circle, as blades of pure energy materialized into the clenched fists of the warriors. A cry of battle echoed throughout their three linked minds, as helmets formed over scarred faces.

The chamber radiated with pure engery. The age-old ceremony was about to begin in earnest.