The clash of magic and steel reverberated through the vortex-filled air, an ethereal cacophony that marked the beginning of the final battle. Rylan held the Keystone aloft, its light radiating fiercely, pushing back against the Keeper's dark energy. Around him, his companions fought with unyielding resolve, each of them fully aware of the stakes.
Thorne's sword flashed as he struck at the Keeper's swirling form, his blows barely grazing the dark figure, which seemed to exist only half in this world. Kael, agile as ever, circled the battlefield, his daggers gleaming as he targeted the shadowy appendages that flickered out from the vortex, striking at the heart of the magic that animated the Keeper's minions.
