Xaren's fortress loomed, its dark spire piercing the sky.
Eli, Aethon, Arianna, and Niamh approached, united.
"The final battle awaits," Eli said.
Aethon drew the Sword of Light.
"For the realms, we stand."
Arianna's magic swirled.
"Together, we triumph."
Niamh's powers flared.
"Xaren's reign ends now."
As they entered the fortress, shadows assailed them.
Xaren's voice echoed.
"Fools, you'll never leave."
The companions pressed on, overcoming treacherous traps.
Finally, they reached Xaren's throne room.
Xaren awaited, his eyes blazing.
"You'll kneel before me."
Eli stood tall.
"We'll never submit."
The final confrontation began.
Xaren unleashed dark magic.
Eli, Aethon, Arianna, and Niamh combined their powers.
The battle raged.
Light clashed with darkness.