As Lysandra, Zephyr, and their elven ally made their way through the deserted city of Helios, they could feel the presence of Valtor's minions growing stronger. Orcs and goblins lurked in the shadows, their eyes fixed on the intruders, and dragons circled overhead, their wings beating a steady rhythm.
Lysandra could feel the power of the lost kingdom coursing through her veins, and she knew that she had the strength to face whatever lay ahead. She drew her sword and raised it high, her eyes blazing with determination.
"Let's finish this," she said.
With a battle cry, the three companions charged forward, their weapons and magic at the ready. They battled fiercely against the hordes of creatures that swarmed towards them, their swords flashing in the dim light of the city.
Lysandra called upon the elements to aid them in their battle, summoning powerful winds to knock the creatures off their feet and torrents of water to douse the flames that spewed from the dragons' mouths. Zephyr used his speed and agility to dodge the creatures' attacks and strike them down with swift, deadly blows, while the elf used his bow to take out the creatures from a distance.
As they fought, Lysandra could feel the darkness that had taken hold of the kingdom beginning to dissipate. The creatures grew weaker and more disorganized, and their attacks became less frequent.
Finally, they reached the heart of the city, where Valtor himself waited for them. He stood atop a massive tower, his dark cloak billowing in the wind, his eyes fixed on Lysandra.
"So, you have come," he said, his voice echoing across the city. "But you are too late. The power of Helios is mine, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
Lysandra raised her sword, a fierce determination in her eyes. "We'll see about that," she said.
With a roar, Valtor summoned the full force of his powers, calling forth a storm of darkness that engulfed the city. Lysandra and her companions fought fiercely against the storm, their weapons and magic blazing bright against the darkness.
Finally, with a final burst of energy, Lysandra summoned the full force of the elements, calling forth a powerful blast of fire, water, air, and earth that struck Valtor with the force of a thousand suns.
The darkness began to dissipate, and Lysandra and her companions stood victorious over the fallen form of Valtor.
With a deep sense of relief, Lysandra stepped forward and claimed the power of the lost kingdom for herself. The prophecy had been fulfilled, and Helios had been saved.
As they made their way back down the mountain, Lysandra knew that her life would never be the same. She had proven herself to be a powerful warrior and a true hero, and she knew that her adventures were far from over. But she also knew that she was ready for whatever lay ahead, and that she would face the challenges of the future with the same fierce determination that had brought her victory in the battle for Helios.