'My King, you must take action now!' Tanu urgently implores within Tyrion's mind. She fears the consequences if Lucien and Pride are granted respite to replenish their energy.
The haughty Naga King still feels sure of his victory over Nea, but considering his newly birthed aspirations stretch far beyond her, he chooses to retreat a step.
Then he raises his trident, its pointed ends releasing dark rays that perforate the sky, forming an expansive vortex of black magic.
Every gaze is drawn to this swirling abyss, including Lucien's, who, while refueling his energies with the Sins, is curious about the unfolding spectacle.
"He's invoking his champions, much like you did," Sloth elucidates to Lucien.
Promptly, as she predicts, several black bolts emerge from the vortex, swirling around Tyrion before materializing into shadowy figures standing before him.