((This is where it will start to get difficult, Hawkeye. I suggest you take extra time while writing your future post in this topic.))
As Celestie's still not visible, each and every one of Valor's attacks prove to be completely and utterly useless, attacking thin air. The monitors show a second The stars glow ever brighter, their light quickly blinding everything on the field. As it fades, the chinks of metallic armor and bell-like ringing of moving crystalline robes echoes through the near-silent arena. Once the light's receded enough for those still fighting to see, five hundred warriors armed with various different weapons, garbed in ancient Relorian ceremonial armors of varying spheres standing in a ring around the arena, weapons at the ready. They look to be made of night sky, all glowing the silver of moonlight.
"Oracle of the Loriensar Domeira,"
They sing together with Celestie, absorbing the mist even as the Shamai commune with the planet, taking collective control over the crystal towers. Raising high into the air, the towers shift colors, settling on the familiar gold of Curicite.
"Witness of Jeffrey's Frailty!"
The silver moonlight refracts within the towers, breaking Valor's vision and creating an optical illusion, the light spreading about strangely, turning up into left, down into up, right into down, and left into right. With anyone not used to such tricks of light, it would quickly, if not immediately, cause disorientation and confusion, and soon, nausea and the loss of balance.
"Seeress of the Master Prophecy,"
Celestie herself reappears, hovering once more in the center of the semicircle-shaped arena, globes of molten silver in her hands as she gazes down upon Valor. Her face calm and peaceful, she allows the liquidized silver energy to fall between her fingers, forming 8 small silverfalls, seemingly endless.
"The stellar world her betrothed."
The 500 Ancient Relorian Elites brace their weapons, starting a measured charge led by thousands of concussive blasts of a bluish silver energy. Those wielding bows and guns remain at the rear, firing away at the mechanical creations, dropping bolts of lightning between shots.
((8/13))