Azrael rushed to her side, kneeling down beside her. "You did it, Elionna," he said, his voice filled with awe and pride. "The Dark Star is no more."
Elionna looked at the Starblade in her hand, the blade now dimming with a soft, gentle light. She had done it. She had stopped the darkness. But it wasn't just the sword that had given her the power to defeat the Dark Star—it was the strength within herself that she had discovered along the way.
"We did it," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion and relief.
Azrael smiled, his hand resting on her shoulder. "The world is safe now, thanks to you."
Elionna glanced around the chamber, her eyes lingering on the altar where the Starblade had once rested. "What happens now?"
Azrael's gaze turned thoughtful. "The Dark Star is gone, but there will always be other threats. The stars will continue to call to you, Elionna. And it is your duty to protect this world from the shadows that may rise again."
Elionna stood, the weight of her responsibility settling on her shoulders once more. But this time, she didn't feel afraid. She knew that she had the strength, the courage, and the allies to face whatever came next.
"I will protect it," she said firmly, her voice steady and strong. "I will protect this world, and the light of the stars will never fade."