Kael knew they had to do something, and fast. He remembered the words of the prophecy, "In the darkest hour, a hero will rise."
He looked around, his eyes scanning the battlefield. And then he saw her, Lyra, her face set with determination.
"Lyra, you have to try," he shouted, his voice barely audible above the din of battle.
Lyra nodded, her eyes shining with determination. She raised her staff, summoning a burst of magic that shot out towards the darkness.
The magic struck the darkness, and for a moment, it seemed to falter. The heroes took advantage of the opening, launching a fierce attack that pushed the darkness back.
The tide of the battle was turning, and the heroes were gaining ground. But the darkness was far from defeated, and it summoned a massive wave of energy to strike back.
The heroes braced themselves, their faces set with determination. They knew they had to win, no matter the cost.