As Benjo's declaration echoed through the throne room, the Dark Sorcerer's eyes glowed with a renewed sense of determination. He may have been defeated, but he was not ready to surrender.
"You may not believe it now, but you will understand soon enough," he said, his voice filled with a strange calmness. "You will see the burden of being the chosen one."
With those words, he raised his hand, a dark energy swirling around him. "This is my last resort," he announced, his voice echoing through the room.
Before Benjo, Lyra, or Rico could react, the Sorcerer released the energy. A wave of darkness swept across the room, engulfing everything in its path.
Benjo raised his hands, ready to counter the attack, but it was too late. The darkness hit them, and everything went black.
When they regained consciousness, they found themselves in a different place. The throne room was gone, replaced by a desolate landscape. The Dark Sorcerer was nowhere to be seen.
As they took in their surroundings, they realized the gravity of the situation. The Sorcerer's last resort was not an attack, but a curse. He had banished them to a different place, a different reality perhaps.
Stranded and confused, they had to find a way back. They had to return to Lumina and fulfill their prophecy. The battle was far from over.