Just as the Twelve Fiend Martyrs were exclaiming in glee, Archfiend Antigonus made his way forward. He raised his hands slowly and called upon a terrifying burst of magical energy that he directed into the Holy Sky Stone.

Then, the Holy Sky Stone gleamed like the sun. It cast rays so blinding that the Fiend Martyrs could barely open their eyes.

"Open, Holy Sky Stone."

Just then, a thick, weathered voice rang through from the rock. "You may ask me three questions. Ask them now."

The voice was