As the sun dipped below the horizon, the forces of rebellion gathered on the outskirts of Eldoria, their numbers bolstered by allies from across the realm. With swords drawn and banners flying, they prepared to face the might of the Shadow Lord's army.At the head of the rebellion stood Lysandra, her gaze steely as she surveyed the ranks of her comrades. "Today, we fight not just for ourselves, but for the future of Eldoria," she proclaimed, her voice ringing out over the clamor of the assembled warriors.With a roar of defiance, the rebels surged forward, clashing against the forces of darkness in a cacophony of steel and sorcery. Shadows writhed and twisted amidst the chaos, as Malakai himself descended upon the battlefield, his eyes ablaze with fury.But even as the tide of battle turned against them, the rebels fought on, their spirits unbroken by the onslaught of their foes. For they knew that as long as hope burned within their hearts, the darkness could never truly triumph.