The explosion of energy aimed at the dark entity shattered the air, altering the very fabric of reality. But even this powerful strike did not halt its movement. The dark figure drew closer to the heroes, its outline becoming clearer, its power seemingly limitless. Each of the heroes felt their strength gradually fading, as if their light were being extinguished in the encroaching darkness.
“But we can’t give up,” Lumis said, narrowing his eyes with strain. His device could no longer emit powerful pulses. He stood on the brink of exhaustion, yet still held firm.
“We can’t just fight it,” Ayna said, her voice calm, though a note of anxiety lingered. She raised her hand, and a thin, almost invisible stream of energy began to pour from her fingers, attempting to restore balance to the surrounding space.
Antem raised his sword, his face growing even more stern, his eyes burning with resolve. “We have to act together. We have no other choice.”
As soon as these words were spoken, all the heroes coordinated their actions. Lumis activated his device once more, trying to create a zone that could hold the dark entity, if only for a few moments. Ayna spread her energy, creating a protective field that enveloped them all. Antem gathered all his inner strength and channeled it into his sword, ready for the final strike.
Tarik, without hesitation, charged toward the entity, tearing his sword free from the veil of darkness. His movements became swift and sharp, but he felt each step growing heavier. He gathered his last reserves of power and struck at the heart of the entity.
At that moment, a cosmic explosion erupted around them. There were no sounds, only a maddening pain and a blinding light that engulfed everything. The heroes felt space contracting, their powers dissipating like tiny sparks in a storm. Yet every time they sensed they were about to break, they would raise their eyes to one another, and it gave them new strength.
When the light finally began to fade, the dark entity shattered into millions of fragments, scattering in all directions, like dark matter being consumed by the cosmos.
But this was not the end.
“What happened?” Ayna asked, surveying the emptiness around them.
“We stopped it,” Lumis replied, though his voice was weak. “But this is only part of the battle.”
Antem gazed into the void where the dark entity had once stood and felt the force of this struggle still holding him on the edge. “We’ve only stopped one part of the darkness. We don’t yet know what comes next.”
They all stood in silence, gathering their last reserves of strength, waiting for what would come next. But they knew: their victory had not been final. It was merely a step toward the ultimate choice—and each of them understood that they must find the answer to the question that eternity itself posed.