As the battle wore on, the group's exhaustion began to take its toll. Their bodies ached, and their movements grew sluggish, but they pressed on, drawing strength from each other and their shared purpose.
The wyvern, however, seemed to draw power from its own demise. It emanated an eerie aura that pulsated with dark energy, its undead form seemingly reinvigorated. The creature's wings, once faltering, now beat with newfound strength, and its eyes burned with an unholy fire.
Celeste gritted her teeth, her mind racing for a strategy. "We need to find a way to break its connection to this realm. There must be something keeping it tied to this existence!"
Lumiere nodded, her mind sharp despite her fatigue. "Its corruption must be its source of power. We have to cleanse it!"
Aurelia, her face determined, stepped forward, her hands glowing with a purifying light. "I have the power of fire and purification. I can do this, but you all must protect me!"
