A tear opened in the very fabric of the air, and a ship made of dark, twisted metal lowered itself through the clouds. From it stepped a figure covered in shadows—the General's shadow. He didn't speak; he simply raised a hand, and the remaining ice in the cavern turned into black ash.
"The Star-Child has grown teeth," the shadow hissed, its voice echoing in Elara's mind. "But teeth can be broken. The memory you lost was just the beginning. We will strip away everything until you are nothing but a vessel for our will."
Elara stepped forward, her new sapphire-gold light clashing with his darkness. "I've already lost my past," she cried out, the wind rising around her. "I have nothing left to fear from you!"
With a roar of energy, she launched herself into the air, the two crystals glowing in perfect, deadly harmony. The true war for the prophecy had finally begun.