"A bunch of weaklings like you dare challenge the wrath of god?" Zeus sneered. "Then, die where you stand."

He raised his hand and conjured a sphere of lightning, then hurled it into the sky. Thunder cracked as bolts of blue lightning rained down on the monks below.

"Leave them alone!" came a shout, the voice crisp and clear.

At that instant, a golden octagram array appeared above the monks' heads like a giant mirror. It blocked all the blue lightning bolts, then shattered with a deep, echoin