"Fools!" the king roared, his voice reverberating like thunder. "You think you can challenge me? You're nothing but insects to be crushed!"
With a flick of his wrist, dark magic surged forward, and I felt the air grow heavy with despair. But I refused to back down. "We may be small, but together we're powerful!" I shouted, channeling all my energy into my glasses.
"Now is the time to show him our strength!" Kiera yelled, rallying the villagers to stand with us.
The king unleashed a wave of dark magic, but Elowen countered it with her nature spells, summoning roots to ensnare him. "Fight together! We're stronger united!" she urged.
With every ounce of courage, I activated my x-ray vision, targeting the king's heart. "Now!" I shouted, guiding our combined attacks. The villagers surged forward, swords raised, and I could feel the energy building, focusing on a single point.
Just as we struck, the king unleashed one final wave of power, but it was too late. Our combined magic and strength overpowered him. The ground shook as darkness erupted, and in that moment, everything went silent.
When the dust settled, I lay on the ground, pain coursing through my body. I could hear the whispers of the villagers, the gasps of disbelief.
"Arion!" Kiera cried, rushing to my side. "You did it! You defeated him!"
I smiled weakly, my vision fading. "But… at what cost?" I managed to say, the weight of my actions crashing over me. I felt the life ebbing from me, my body growing cold.
"Stay with us! We need you!" Ethan shouted, his voice laced with panic.
I could see their faces blurred by the darkness creeping in, but as I faded, I felt a strange sense of peace. I had fought for something bigger than myself—something worth fighting for. I was the hero of this tale.
And then, in that final moment, as darkness enveloped me, I could hear a faint whisper, like Grandma's voice, telling me that heroes never truly die. They live on in stories.