The Shadow Court's leader emerged from the darkness—a figure wreathed in corruption and malice. "I am Malachar, and this realm now serves me. Surrender, little Queen, and perhaps I'll let your precious Guardians live."
"Never," Lyra snarled, and for the first time, she felt truly royal. Power blazed around her like a corona of elemental fury.
The battle was fierce and magical. Kieran commanded hurricane winds, Blaze summoned infernos, Caspian wielded tsunamis, and Thorin raised stone barriers. But it was Lyra who turned the tide, weaving all four elements together in ways that had never been done before.
"Impossible," Malachar gasped as pure, cleansing light erupted from Lyra's hands. "No one can command all four—"
"I'm not just commanding them," Lyra realized, understanding flooding through her. "I'm balancing them. That's what a Queen does—she brings harmony to chaos."
The Shadow Court crumbled before her combined elemental assault, Malachar's scream of defeat echoing across the realm as he and his forces were banished to the void.