The final assault was a maelstrom of raw energy. Lyra, drawing on the last vestiges of her power, unleashed a torrent of untamed magic, a chaotic explosion of emerald fire that ripped through the air, meeting Kael's focused blast of solidified light. Their combined attack wasn't a precise strike, but a violent, chaotic convergence, a storm of power aimed directly at the heart of the weakening entity.
Destiny roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the ruined temple, a guttural scream of defiance and pain. Its form convulsed, the monstrous shape flickering and distorting, as if struggling against the onslaught. The air crackled with immense power, the ground trembled, and the very fabric of reality seemed to fray at the edges.
For a heart-stopping moment, the two stood locked i
