The demon struggled but found itself enveloped in shimmering light as Eamon and Quill combined their powers. "You think this is over? You'll regret this!" the demon shouted, its voice laced with anger and defiance.
"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Eamon replied, his voice steady.
As they held the demon down, Pierrot slowly regained his footing, shaking off the effects of the shadow attack. "Let's finish this," he said, his voice calm yet firm.
"On three," Quill said, counting down with urgency. "One… two… three!"
With a synchronized effort, they unleashed a wave of light that surged through the demon, brightening the room with an almost blinding glow. The demon screeched, its form twisting and contorting as it was enveloped in the energy.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Eamon shouted, exhilaration bubbling inside him as the demon began to dissolve into nothingness, its cries fading into echoes.
