"Brothers, you have finally arrived," proclaimed Alachra, his voice commanding attention and respect.
"Pray tell, what cosmic events have stirred us from our slumber, and what enigmatic tale unfolds before our timeless eyes?" inquired Aurumon, the light archon, his melodic voice betraying a genuine curiosity.
The light archon's body was encased in a seamless, glistening, and golden metallic skin that seems to emit a radiant, ethereal glow, like the brilliance of the sun at dawn. Its eyes, resembling two orbs, shimmered with a captivating blend of iridescent colors that reflected everything around them.
"Aurumon, there seems dissonance among us, a shadow cast upon the radiant tapestry of our unity," spoke the throne archon with solemn grace, his voice carrying a sense of foreboding.
