The whispers grew louder, more insistent. Strange occurrences began to be reported across the land – unnatural storms, earthquakes, and the emergence of monstrous creatures. A sense of unease settled over the land, a premonition of impending doom.
Lysander, sensing the return of darkness, felt a familiar chill creeping into his bones. He knew that the fight was not over, that the battle against the forces of evil was an eternal one.
He summoned his old allies, Anya, Theron, and the remaining members of the alliance. They gathered once more, their hearts heavy with the weight of the impending threat, but their spirits unbroken.