The darkness grew thicker, like a palpable fog that clung to every surface. Lyra's power was increasing, and the realm was beginning to feel the effects.
Arin, Lirien, Eryndor, and Althaea all sensed the growing darkness. They knew that they had to act, to gather their strength and prepare for the battle ahead.
Xaren, too, felt the darkness. He knew that he had to be careful, to resist the temptation of Lyra's power. He had come too far, sacrificed too much, to fall back into his old ways.
The companions began to gather, to come together in preparation for the battle ahead. They met in secret, hiding from Lyra's spies and agents.
"We need to be careful," Arin said, his voice low and serious. "Lyra's power is growing, and we don't know what she's capable of."
"I've been studying her magic," Eryndor said, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I think I can find a way to counter it."
"I've been training my warriors," Lirien said, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "We'll be ready to face Lyra's army."
"I've been gathering herbs and medicines," Althaea said, her hands filled with small pouches and vials. "We'll need to be prepared to heal our wounds."
Xaren nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you," he said. "I owe it to myself, to my past, and to the realm."
The companions nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but they were ready. They were united, and they would face whatever challenges came their way together.
As the companions continued to prepare for the battle ahead, they began to realize that Lyra's power was growing at an alarming rate. Her dark magic was spreading across the realm, corrupting everything it touched.
"We need to act fast," Arin said, his voice filled with urgency. "If we don't stop Lyra soon, she'll destroy everything we hold dear."
"I agree," Lirien said, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "We can't let her continue to spread her darkness. We have to stop her, no matter what it takes."
Eryndor nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I've been studying Lyra's magic, and I think I've found a way to counter it. But we'll need to be careful. Her power is growing by the day, and we don't know what she's capable of."
Althaea nodded, her hands filled with small pouches and vials. "I've been gathering herbs and medicines, just in case. We'll need to be prepared to heal our wounds, and to protect ourselves from Lyra's dark magic."
Xaren nodded, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you," he said. "I owe it to myself, to my past, and to the realm."
The companions nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew that the battle ahead would be difficult, but they were ready. They were united, and they would face whatever challenges came their way together.
As they prepared to face Lyra and her army, the companions couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Would they be able to defeat Lyra and save the realm, or would they fall to her dark magic?
Only time will tell.