Elithira squinted her eyes, feeling the harsh sun, as its rays beat down from the sky above as hundreds of mysterious purple pillars of light started to wrap around the world.
These pillars seemed to be touching the very sky, each one painted with ethereal strokes of purple, giving rise to an unimaginably vast spectacle that filled the horizon.
"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered under her breath, a whirlwind of urgency enveloping the air. Clasping Sogetsu close, she promised with a determined whisper, "I'll find a way to save you."
Her hands trembled as she extended her hand out, revealing a weathered jade object, its silent, ancient power brimming beneath its cool soothing surface. "You need something mighty to survive this tumultuous journey."
Worn down by pain, Sogetsu answered, his voice as low as a whisper, "It's okay," his voice was like the fragile and fleeting rustling leaves of autumn.
With determination, Elithira quickly removed her protective cloak before using it to cover Sogetsu tenderly, safeguarding him from the raw elements. "Just hold on and stay strong," she comforted, her voice was soft, similar to a reassuring balm. "I'll take care of everything."
Her lips met his forehead in a gentle kiss, taking away the dried blood that marked his scared head, leaving behind a silent vow of return. With the heart of a warrior and the resolve of a fierce tempest, she turned, diving back into the turmoil.
Plunging through the opening which she created in the castle roof, a hole that led into the mysterious shadows of the ancient castle, Elithira left Sogetsu resting at the top, amidst the echoing silence of the historical stones.
Meanwhile, Ty leaned against a crumbled wall, frustrated with his sword. "Why didn't you slash him!"
The sword responded hesitantly, "I have trouble cutting people whom I am afraid of," admitting its vulnerability with the subtle quiver at the edge of the blade.
Decisive, Ty spoke firmly, "So be it then." Disappointment filled him as he threw the blade aside. "I can't have you risking my life or anyone else's."
Soon enough, that hesitation was replaced with determination, and Ty leaped into action, targeting the Yami King, who skillfully dodged his attacks, avoiding the sharp, forceful strikes that were aimed at him.
Meanwhile, Kieran observed the battle with a confident smile on her face while seemingly enjoying the display of combat. However, soon her satisfaction was replaced with confusion when she saw Ty. She couldn't help but wonder why he was there, and her mind started to race, trying to make sense of his unexpected presence.
With a rush of movement, Ty lunged forward once again, his bones creaking with purpose. His fist, a hardened knot of skeletal resolve, crashed into the Yami King.
The walls shuddered as the king's body collided with the bone knuckles, resulting in the dust around them swirling into the violent ballet of their battle.
The surrounding air crackled with the energy of their fierce exchanges, each of their exchanges echoed with a struggle for dominance.
Once again, Ty's bony fist smashed into the Yami King, carrying with it a raw explosion of force, which sent him hurling into a nearby wall before brutally slamming him on it.
During that savage ballet of conflict, Elithira also soared in, carrying a whirlwind of fury and purpose as he dashed at Kieran with a fierce look in her eyes.
"What did you do to this planet?"
She tackled Kieran, embodied in a tempest of rage and madness, Her voice carrying with it strands of anger and desperation, as it echoed through the air, demanding answers, demanding to know what Kieran had done to their planet.
Amidst this chaos, Ty's eyes locked with Elithira's, prompting a look of confusion to appear on his face. He had thought that she might need saving, but as this thought flickered through his mind, a wicked tendril of black energy slammed into him.
The energy struck with cruel precision, sending Ty reeling away as he skidded painfully along the rough embrace of the pavement.
Through the grim symphony of battle, Yami King's voice rose, filled with a dark melody of scorn. "Dirty blow for dirty blow, eh?" His words filled with a cold forge of contempt and mockery rang in the tumultuous air.
"I think it's time I stop playing," the Yami King declared ominously, his eyes gleaming with a sinister finality, resolved to finish his grim objective despite the unyielding tide of interruptions.
Ty shifted, his muscles tensing up as he prepared himself for the imminent move, creating a fortress of defense in the chaotic battlefield.
Thoughts raced through his mind, thinking about numerous strategies and tactics that he could weave and what actions he should take that would make it possible for him to conquer this grim situation.
He glanced over his skeleton arm as he noticed muscle fibers extended around his arm with a green hue to them. This must be from using his soul still? Strange. Ty thought.
Meanwhile, Elithira was caught in a savage dance as she tumbled through the madness with a wild, consuming intent while she was focused on Kieran.
Each of her movements was fierce, just a nick away from being fatal, due to her desperation she made chaotic attempts which seemed almost like an act of murder.
"Why is she here?" Ty's mind buzzed with the question, trying to decipher Kieran's presence amidst this raging turmoil.
As uncertainty clouded his thoughts, a shadow appeared in the raging storm of battle, making him have a rising feeling that another bigger piece was at play here while the ground began to shake and tumble.
Noticing this, the Yami King quickly took action by pushing his hands into the ground.
As he did so, darkness started to spread from the point of his touch and started to cover the entire castle floor. It moved rapidly, consuming everything that came in its path, making it hard for Ty to see anything that was around him.