The new dawn had barely risen when the lingering shadows attacked the recovering village.
Rafael swung his sword of light, cutting through the dark forms as they surged like a storm. Prava sent protective waves of energy, while Allara unleashed bolts of lightning, splitting the enemies apart.
The foes appeared in various forms—smoke, rigid shadows—but the trio's unity forced them to retreat.
Prava's voice rang out,
"Don't give up! Our power is one!"
Rafael leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Prava's forehead.
"We've been through everything together… nothing can stop us."
Allara watched the shadows dissolve.
"This is victory… but the world is still fragile. We must remain vigilant."
The shadows vanished into the darkness, leaving only minor damage behind. The three stood side by side, stronger than ever.