"For Light."
Horaza chanted, and the Light Borns now standing behind him all did the same—
"For Light."
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM
Beams of golden energy converged on the seven Fallen Light Borns. Each blast carried enough power to gravely injure them if the attack connected, reducing almost all their resistance.
The light that shined was so intense that the entirety of the sky turned white, the ocean vanished under the immense pressure—
It was as if a second sun had been born right above Irethol.
Elyra shielded her eyes, her entire body trembling from the force. Even standing near this power was painful and reopened her still unhealed injuries.
And when the light faded—the Fallen were gone.
Disappeared from sight.
For a single moment, Elyra felt… hope.
Maybe… maybe it was truly the end.
Maybe they finally won.
But…
Hope was a sadistic emotion.
Even when Elyra's mind knew the truth, her heart refused to believe it. Her heart wanted to believe that they had won—but then—
