The Tower of Stars blazed like a second sun, its light cutting through the veil of night. The Wings of Darkness writhed, each beat of its shadowy feathers unraveling beneath the radiance.
Prava stood at the center, the Heart Key glowing in her hands like a shard of the cosmos itself. Rafael's blade caught its light, igniting into a flame purer than fire. Allara's staff sang with starlight, weaving the light into a shield that encircled them all.
The shadow shrieked, its voice echoing with countless lost souls.
"You cannot end me… I am every fear, every doubt… every betrayal in your hearts!"
Prava's voice rose against it, steady and unwavering.
"Then we do not destroy you—we face you together!"
At her words, the wolves howled from below, their voices carrying strength. The dragons roared, flames of unity igniting the heavens. Their combined cry surged into the Tower, pouring into the Heart Key.
Light erupted.
The Wings of Darkness shattered, feathers dissolving into sparks. The shadow clawed at the Tower, but its form crumbled, collapsing into streams of mist.
For a heartbeat, silence. Then the crimson sky cleared, revealing constellations shining brighter than ever.
Rafael lowered his sword, his breath ragged. "It's… over."
But Prava shook her head softly. She gazed at the fading mist that drifted into the stars.
"No… not over. Darkness never vanishes—it lingers in every heart. But now we know how to fight it. Not alone… but together."
The Tower of Stars stood firm, bathed in gentle silver light. The Fall of Darkness had come—not in destruction, but in unity's triumph.