With the Dark Sorcerer's power coursing through him, Benjo felt a renewed sense of strength. He looked at Moros, his eyes filled with determination.
"You will not win, Moros," Benjo declared, his voice echoing through the silent land. "Lumina will not fall to your darkness."
Moros laughed, a chilling sound that did nothing to deter Benjo. With a surge of energy, Benjo launched his attack. His magic, now amplified by the Dark Sorcerer's power, was more potent than ever.
The battle raged on, the intensity reaching new heights. But this time, Benjo was not fighting alone. He had the Dark Sorcerer's power, and more importantly, he had the hope and faith of Lumina.
With each attack, Moros' defenses weakened. He was powerful, but he was not invincible. And Benjo was not backing down.
As Benjo landed the final blow, Moros fell, his reign coming to an end. The darkness that had shrouded Lumina began to lift, replaced by the light of hope.
Exhausted but victorious, Benjo looked at his fallen friends. They had done it. They had saved Lumina.