Despite their valiant efforts, the companions found themselves slowly being pushed back by Arachnea's relentless assault. Her dark magic seemed to adapt and evolve, countering their every move with cruel precision.
Kae's sword strikes were met with waves of shadowy tendrils that sought to ensnare him. Lyra's arrows were deflected by an invisible shield of dark energy. Thorold's mighty fists were slowed by a strange, viscous fluid that seemed to seep from the ground itself. The Red Warrior's mask glowed bright red as it struggled to keep pace with Arachnea's lightning-fast attacks. And Eriol's magic was slowly being drained by a mysterious force that seemed to siphon her power away.
As the battle raged on, the companions began to tire. Their movements slowed, their blows weakening. Arachnea sensed her advantage and pressed forward, her dark magic surging with renewed power.
In a desperate bid to turn the tide, Kae called upon the Golden Apple's power once more. But this time, the response was faint, the energy barely sufficient to sustain them.
Arachnea's laughter echoed through the dark realm, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down their spines. "You fools," she taunted. "You think you can defeat me? I am the mistress of darkness, and you are but mere mortals."
As the companions stumbled backward, Arachnea's dark magic closed in around them, a suffocating shroud that threatened to consume them all...