The inner chamber glowed with white light.

  At its center floated the White Tiger Power Coin, pristine and untouched by time.

  Before either Ranger could approach, a sharp metallic clang rang out.

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  A saber materialized mid-air.

  “HALT.”

  Saba’s voice reverberated through the chamber, ancient and commanding. He circled them like a predator assessing prey.

  “Many have sought this power. All have failed. State your purpose.”

  Trini stepped forward slowly, hands open. “We’re not here to claim it.”

  Saba paused.

  Rocky nodded. “We’re here to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.”

  Silence stretched.

  Then Saba spoke again—lower this time. “Words are easy. Intent is not.”