The battle raged on, the battlefield crackling with destructive energy as Kaion and his companions pushed forward, despite their dwindling strength. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their mission heavier than ever. But amidst the chaos, Kaion's resolve only grew stronger.
"Are you ready?" Raya asked, her voice calm despite the storm around them. She stood next to him, her sword poised for the next strike.
Kaion didn't answer immediately. His eyes were fixed on the enemy ahead—Zirak, the leader of the Voidbringer's forces. He could feel the dark energy pulsing from the creature like a heartbeat, each thrum sending chills down his spine. It was almost as if the very air around them had become infected with the Void's poison.
"I've never been more ready," Kaion said, his voice steady, even as his heart raced. They had no choice but to keep going, but there was something different in the air. Something... off.
Zirak laughed, his voice booming across the battlefield. "Foolish mortals, you don't understand what you're up against. The Void has already claimed more than you know. Your world is nothing but a speck of dust in the vastness of the universe. You can't defeat what is inevitable."
Kaion's grip on his sword tightened. "We don't need to defeat the entire Void. We just need to stop you."
Raya moved to attack, but Kaion hesitated. His mind was racing—what if Zirak was right? What if they couldn't stop the Voidbringer's return? What if their efforts were all in vain?
No. Kaion shook his head, clearing the doubts from his mind. "We fight because we can. And that's enough."
With a roar, Kaion charged forward, his energy crackling as he unleashed a wave of power that collided with Zirak's dark forces. But the moment they collided, Kaion's mind was flooded with visions—visions of a future, a future that could only be described as pure destruction. The Void had already begun to spread, and the worst part? Kaion saw that it was too late to stop it.