Eli's world crumbled, Lyra's lifeless body in her arms. Aethon's comfort offered little solace.
"Eli, we must leave," Aethon whispered.
Eli's gaze locked onto Lyra's face. "I won't leave her."
Arianna's tears fell. "Eli, we can't stay. Niamh's minions will return."
With a heavy heart, Eli laid Lyra to rest, a makeshift grave amidst the ravaged village.
As they departed, Eli's resolve hardened. "We'll stop Niamh, no matter the cost."
Aethon's sword gleamed. "We'll avenge Lyra."
Their quest led them to a forgotten temple, hidden deep within the realms.
"Here lies the ancient lore," Arianna said. "We may find a way to defeat Niamh."
Within the temple's walls, Eli discovered a cryptic prophecy:
"When shadows claim the heart,
And darkness reigns supreme,
A spark remains, a glimmer of light,
To guide the realms' redemption."
Eli's determination flared. "This spark, it's our hope."
Aethon's eyes narrowed. "But what is it?"
Suddenly, the temple trembled.
"Niamh's forces," Arianna warned.
Their refuge had been breached.