The Shadow Serpent, sensing its power fading, unleashed a final, desperate assault. A wave of darkness, more potent than before, engulfed the battlefield, threatening to extinguish all hope.
Lysander, knowing this was the final confrontation, drew upon every ounce of his strength, channeling the full power of the Sunstone. The sword blazed with an ethereal light, its energy surging through his veins, filling him with an otherworldly power.
He launched himself at the Shadow Serpent, his blade a beacon of hope in the face of despair. The clash was earth-shattering, the air crackling with energy. The Shadow Serpent, weakened and enraged, lashed out, its tentacles lashing out, its form contorting in agony.