The final battle was imminent. The allied forces stood on the brink of history, ready to face the ultimate challenge and determine the fate of their world. The Abyssal One's forces were gathering for a final assault, and Ethan knew that they had to strike first if they hoped to stand a chance.
Ethan stood atop the battlements of the Ravenwood estate, his eyes scanning the horizon. The sky was a foreboding mix of swirling dark clouds and flickers of lightning, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The air was thick with tension and the sense of impending conflict.
Elise joined him, her expression a mixture of determination and concern. "We're ready, Ethan. The troops are in position. All we need now is your command."
Ethan nodded, his grip tightening on the hilt of the Blade of Light and Shadow. "We strike at dawn. We need to catch them off guard and push through to the Abyssal One. This ends today."
