Facing the heart of darkness, Lysander felt a surge of power, a connection to the very essence of the universe. He understood that this was not merely a battle against a physical force, but a confrontation with the darkness within himself, with the fear and doubt that had plagued him throughout his life.
He closed his eyes, drawing upon the wisdom of the Elder, the strength of his friends, the love and compassion that resided within him. He focused all his energy, all his will, into the Sunstone, its light intensifying, reaching a blinding brilliance.
With a final, desperate effort, he thrust the Sunstone into the heart of the darkness. The sword erupted in a blinding flash of light, its energy colliding with the malevolent force.
The abyss shuddered, the ground beneath his feet trembling violently. The darkness, unable to withstand the onslaught of pure light, began to crack, to splinter, to dissolve.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the light began to reclaim the abyss, pushing back the darkness, restoring balance to the universe. Lysander, exhausted but triumphant, felt the darkness receding, the weight of its oppressive presence lifting from his shoulders.