The energy hit the shadow directly, its form convulsing and writhing as the thunder coursed through it. Kyra's eyes burned with fierce determination as she kept pushing the energy forward, not allowing the shadow a moment of reprieve. She felt the power surge from her core, raw and untamed, as if it was an extension of her will.
The shadow tried to pull back, but it was too late. The energy was relentless, burning away its darkness, tearing it apart bit by bit. The once-threatening entity began to break down, its form disintegrating under the intensity of Kyra's attack.
With a final surge of power, Kyra's thunder reached its peak, and the shadow let out a last, ear-piercing wail before it crumbled into ash. The air sizzled with the aftershock of her power, tiny sparks dancing around the room as the ash slowly settled on the floor.
