With the gates of Shadow Keep breached, Lysandra and her companions pressed onward into the heart of the fortress. The Eldritch Gate loomed before them, a barrier of shimmering energy pulsating with dark magic. As they approached, they could feel the power of the barrier radiating outwards, threatening to consume them if they dared to pass through.
Undeterred, Lysandra called upon her own magic, weaving a protective barrier around herself and her companions. With a surge of power, she stepped forward, her hand outstretched towards the gate. For a moment, there was a flash of blinding light, and then the barrier gave way, dissipating into nothingness.
With a triumphant shout, Lysandra and her companions surged through the gate, their weapons at the ready. But as they entered the inner courtyard of Shadow Keep, they found themselves faced with a new challenge: the defenders, rallied by the sight of their fallen gate, launched a ferocious counterattack.
The battle that ensued was brutal and bloody, each side fighting tooth and nail for control of the courtyard. Blades clashed, spells flew, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. But despite the ferocity of their opponents, Lysandra and her companions fought with a determination born of desperation, knowing that the fate of Eldoria hung in the balance.
As the battle reached its climax, Lysandra found herself face to face with Malakai himself, his eyes burning with dark fire as he unleashed his full fury upon her. With a defiant cry, she raised her sword high, ready to meet his challenge head on. The fate of Eldoria would be decided here, in the heart of Shadow Keep, amidst the clash of steel and sorcery