This took me a while - I was quite stumped in how to approach the latest post, as I wasn't expecting things to develop quite so fast.
Soul Reaver's been fishing for answers so he's quite frustrated at Nethalika's disappearance, and he doesn't entirely trust Vee either, but he doesn't see much of an option other than to join her.

The veritable onslaught from the Companions proves too much.  The crystals shatter and explode, Nethalikas shield on the verge of shattering as well.  A moment later however a massive surge of power can be sensed by all far in the distance, followed by Nethalika vanishing in a cloud of Darkness.  A split second later a booming voice resonates within the minds of all the Companions.

"Ah yes....I....have returned!"

The Seraphim glances around, a faint hint of shock in his voice.

"It can't be...it's Him."

"Seraphim...it has been a long time has it not?"

Jharm clenches his fists tightly, the Companions almost feeling the scowl spreading across his face.  A boming laugh resonates within their minds

"I see though that She hasn't returned...........yet.  Hmm....it is obvious what your next intended target is.  I see little reason to further delay the inevitable grand battle longer then necessary.  Come...the final crystal awaits"

A large dark portal manifests in the middle of the room.  Jharm gazes at the portal and then around the room as if expecting something else to happen.

"I have no idea what you are planning...but thinking I would enter a portal of yours is insane."

The Companions can almost hear the sound of a sigh in their heads before the voice returns.

"Very well then..."

A giant shadowy hand suddenly comes out of the portal, swiftly moving towards the Seraphim and wrapping him in its grip before retreating back through the portal.

"Come along now...no need to delay things further."

As the "conversation" was going on, Vee gazed at the portal almost with a look of intrigue.  As the "hand" dashes out, seizes Jharm and withdraws just as quickly she looks to the other Companions.

"Well, I don't know about ya'll but I find myself agreeing with "him" if it means getting some answers."

She moves up to the portal and pauses for a moment before stepping through. A moment passes before the rest of the Companions hear her mentally.

"Huh...well doesn't seem to be a trap but everybody important seems to be here.  Jharm seems to be a bit...indisposed though at the moment."

Gulgrim spent the last round doing nothing but charge up, and now he's ready to unleash his Super-Orky wrath.

The vision sent to Nethalika is mostly just meant to spook her, it's not dangerous to her other than being terrifying. The real threat is the Right Hand of Gork trying to squeeze her shield and, if it breaks it, her underneath, and the Left Hand of Mork trying to smash the crystals.

Kitharsis braces himself against the explosions from the crystals.  While not enough to destroy the larger one, they certainly did some damage.  It seems his hunch about the smaller crystals was correct.

Nethalika's speech makes him wonder who and where this mysterious "She" is.  Apparently someone pivotal to this whole conflict.  Whoever this entity is, it wouldn't help their current situation.

Four siege golems step out of portals on either side of the room.  The golem closest to Kitharsis advances, spewing clouds of toxin and firing off bolts of Darkness.

The sand surrounding Kitharsis spins in a whirlwind in an effort to disperse the toxic clouds.  The entirety of his palm glows with his amber energy as he points it at the approaching golem.  He lets loose a thick blast of energy aimed directly for the golem.

Aware of the buildup of power from Nethalika, Kitharsis begins planning a quick defense, for whatever she might be planning.

Soul Reaver notes that the smaller crystals don't seem to be particularly well defended as Blightwing's attack shatters it into pieces.  He had expected them to be tougher.  Again, he is prepared for the pulse of dark energy they unleash and manages to retain control.

The Daemon Spawn, shields raised, take a pummeling from Nethalika's energy blasts, chunks of flesh and black ichor spattering around them and sending them reeling.  But the moment the barrage ends the creatures right themselves, their gaping wounds closing, a lost arm swiftly beginning to regrow.  Meanwhile, Soul Reaver's shockwave had cancelled out Nethalika's mirror images, and his Cruelbeasts and Greater Daemons has reached a flanking position.

But before they can close in, Nethalika speaks.  Something in her words gives Soul Reaver pause, enough to make him scowl.

Yet he is not given a chance to contemplate - four portals open and more Siege Golems step forth.  The Cruelbeasts are forced to scatter their formation to avoid being crushed by the hulking things.  The Steelheart however takes command of the Cruelbeast ranks, relaying orders to them via an unintelligible metallic screech.  It then hefts its enormous two-handed mace and lays into the nearest golem with ferocious, almost gleeful overhead swings.

Blightwing laughs manically and decides to continue attacking the new set of smaller crystals, diving at the nearest one and swinging his massive sword at it, then start streaking toward the next.

The Cruelbeasts rally - any that have bludgeoning weapons proceed to try and smash apart the knees and ankles of the golem nearest to them, while those with bladed weapons close in on Nethalika from the flanks in a defensive posture.

The Fire Daemon pushes off the ground with its cloven hooves and takes to the air, wings spread wide, to avoid the beams from one of the golems.

Soul Reaver, sensing the buildup of energy from Nethalika, sprints toward her with Blooddrinker drawn.  But as he runs, he sends a mental message her way, ensuring she can hear him over the din.

Why do you believe corrupting the Lightwell will "protect this universe"? What are you protecting it from?

To cover Soul Reaver's approach and hopefully disrupt Nethalika's casting, the Fire Daemon breathes a gout of orange flame from its mouth and nostrils, enveloping her position in roaring fire.