The tension in the air was palpable as Elara, Aiden, and Roderic faced off against the dark figure near the portal. The ritual's completion loomed ominously, its energy growing stronger with each passing moment. Elara could feel the weight of their task pressing down on her, but she refused to falter.
With a determined cry, Elara pushed forward, her sword blazing with light magic. "We must stop him! For Eldoria!"
Aiden and Roderic flanked the dark figure, their weapons at the ready. The figure sneered, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "You cannot hope to defeat me. The darkness is eternal."
Elara's grip tightened on her sword. "We will fight until our last breath to protect Eldoria."
The battle resumed with renewed intensity. Elara's sword clashed against the dark figure's magic, each strike sending shockwaves through the air. Aiden and Roderic moved with precision, their attacks synchronized as they tried to break through the figure's defenses.
