The battlefield lay strewn with the remnants of conflict, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of smoke. Amara stood at the forefront, her heart racing as she faced Zara, whose dark aura crackled with malevolence. The light they had summoned still flickered around them, but the shadows clung to the edges, ominous and foreboding.
Zara's laughter echoed through the clearing, a haunting sound that sent shivers down Amara's spine. "You think you can defeat me with mere light? I am the embodiment of darkness, and I will rise again!"
Amara took a step forward, her grip tightening around her sword. "We won't let you," she declared, her voice steady despite the fear swirling within her. "This ends now."
Zara's eyes glinted with rage as she gestured with a flick of her wrist, summoning tendrils of darkness that writhed like serpents in the air. "You are so naive, little warrior. I have endured worse than you can imagine. This is merely the beginning!"
