The sky darkened, the earth trembled, and from the depths of the world, Nysgal emerged—a being of pure darkness, towering and terrible.
"You dare defy me?" his voice echoed through the land.
Lane tightened his grip on the Blade of Dawn. "We do not fear you."
The final battle began. Allies from every corner of their journey joined them—Garric and the last Stormborn, Elara's skyship raining fire from above, Queen Lysara leading the kingdom's forces. It was a war unlike any before.
But even as they fought, Nysgal's power was immense. It took everything they had to weaken him, and in the end, Lane stood before the ancient evil, knowing what must be done.
The Blade of Dawn was not just a weapon; it was a key. With one final strike, Lane unleashed its full power, sealing Nysgal away once more, his form vanishing into the void.
As dawn broke, the world stood silent, the battle won. But Lane knew this was not the end—only the beginning of a new era, one forged in light, courage, and the bonds they had made.
The legend of the Blade of Dawn would live on.