Solara's body ignited. The Sky Core within the tower pulsed, syncing with her very being. She wasn't just wielding light, she was the light.
Umbros screamed as his body disintegrated, swallowed by the first true dawn in centuries. The city bathed in golden warmth, the sky clearing for the first time in years.
As the last shadows faded, Solara stood atop the tower, her hair shimmering like liquid gold.
The world had light once more.
And she was its guardian.