The dark energy that had sustained the portal and Malachor's malevolent plan disintegrated, leaving behind an eerie silence in the once-chaotic cavern. Elara, Aiden, and Roderic stood panting, their bodies worn from the grueling battle, but their hearts filled with triumph.
Malachor's form began to flicker, his power waning without the portal's sustaining force. He glared at Elara with pure hatred. "You think you've won?" he hissed, his voice a shadow of its former self. "This is far from over."
Elara stepped forward, her sword still glowing with the remnants of her light magic. "It is over, Malachor," she said firmly. "You will not threaten our world again."
The dark sorcerer's eyes narrowed, a malicious glint in his gaze. "We shall see," he whispered before his form dissipated into the air, leaving behind nothing but the lingering stench of dark magic.
