Phaerys presents a chilling thought.  Jharm had been in the company of the Shaiton for a few moments unseen.  And whatever that flicker of an illusion was still lingers on Kitharsis's mind.

This is all progressing too quickly.  And with Gulgrim barreling forward in his rage, there is precious little time to evaluate.

Kitharsis glances at Jharm, as Soul Reaver speaks to him in hushed tones.

"In my heart I know Jharm would never turn willingly."  He says to Phaerys, lowering his voice.  "But it would be wise to be wary in this moment, considering this is literally a battle of Jharm's faith." 

He rubs his chin in thought. "And I wouldn't put it past the Shaiton to do something underhanded."

The curtain of sand at Kitharsis's back falls to the floor before gathering around his feet.  Two more enchanted sandstone swords rise from the pile and join the three others floating at his shoulders.

"For now lets prepare for the worst."  He nods toward Vee, who has been conspicuously silent for some time. 

Soul Reaver watches with quiet relief, though not surprise, as Gulgrim continues to barrel forward and pursue his enemies.  They had denied him what he had wanted, so he sought to extract it from them.  Soul Reaver gestures faintly at his Daemon troops, and they prepare to bring up the furious ork's rear.

Before joining the pursuit, Soul Reaver turns to Jharm and speak to him quietly.

"We have been through much together, Jharm.  I have rarely seen your faith waver.  Yet somehow Venagon's words gave you pause."

He stands next to the Seraphim, hand on his shoulder and a rare softness in his eyes as their gazes meet.

"We are friends.  Is there something I must know?"

Oh don't worry, Gulgrim is madder than ever, but it's pretty laser-focused at the people who keep running away from him while talking about how strong they are.

Soul Reaver is trying to figure out how Gulgrim is going to react to the Shation's retreat.
If he goes barrelling straight toward the portal, then all is good and right with the world.
But if it looks like he's going to murderize everyone in the same room as him instead, Soul Reaver will make an attempt to steer him in the right direction.

Hoping ShadowChorus will post so I can respond accordingly.

The Tirthandrans probe seems to indicate that what he sees before him is the true appearance of the Seraph and Shaiton.  It was almost as if an illusion had manifested for a moment then vanished as far as he could tell.  The Shaiton leader shakes his head and chuckles slightly at the responses of Soul Reaver, Kitharsis, and Phaerys and after a moment he gestures with his hand and the shadowy finger uncovers Jharms mouth

"Clearly his time away from his Lady has had an effect on him.  You think we Shaiton are the only ones who value strength?  The Seraphs and their Lady value strength just as much, if not even more.  They use strength to force all to obey and bend the knee, for once all are made subservient then peace shall reign.  Those who disagree they destroy."

The Seraphim scowl and shakes his head.

"Wrong!  We do not seek to make all serve, we simply wish to protect the weak and..."

Jharm seems to hesitate for a moment, as if struggling to find the words.  Venagon is watching him as he speaks though as he hesitates, the Shaitons gaze seems to shift towards Velgeim as a flicker of confusion appears on his face.  It is at this moment though that Gulgrim arrives and unleashes the gout of brilliant green flame towards the Shaiton leaders.  A surge of power can be felt far in the distance, clearly from the Shaitons fortress.  Translucent orbs of purple surround the Shaiton as the flame reaches them.  The deadly flames wash over the orbs, the purple flickering and shimmering as it holds back the barrage.  A few moments later cracks can be seen spreading across the surface.

"Very well.  He has received your answer.  Come then and face him."

As before, the Shaitons then get pulled through portals and vanish.  At the same time the crystals in the room pulse and shatter, and Jharm drops to the ground as the purple hand vanishes. A second later another purple portal manifests in the center of the  room as a deep voice resonates throughout.

"Yes, come forward and face me.  It has been too long since I reveled in the chaos of combat against a powerful foe."

The Companions can sense the vast power they have felt previously emanating from beyond that portal.  Jharm gets to his feet and scowls and is about to speak when a voice enters the minds of all present, recognizable as Drayvon.

"Seraphim, Companions, I assume the final crystal has been toppled.  The entire Shaiton force is withdrawing back to their fortress, all of their leadership has been spotted amidst their ranks.  We will continue pushing and work to secure you entry to the fortress proper."

"I do not think that will be necessary General.  It would seem He is no longer interested in waiting, and seeing as how we cant afford to let him possibly grow any stronger I see no reason to delay either."

"Seraphim, do you think that is wise?  Could it not be a trap?"

The Seraphim seems to be about to respond when he hesitates for a moment as if pondering that likelyhood when a very faint flicker of power seems to emanate from within Vee, similar in fashion to the brief illusion flicker that occurred previously.  Jharm scowls and shakes his head.

"Perhaps, but we must risk it.  The longer he remains unchallenged the greater chance he decides to push forward. Without Her we can not afford to show hesitation."

"Make yourselves ready my friends, the final battle awaits us on the other side and I have little doubt that He will not hold back in the least.