Capítulo 105: Sea of Darkness
As the battle reached its fever pitch, Dante and Sofia stood side by side, their eyes locked on the struggling resistance members. With a smirk playing across their lips, they raised their hands in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized as they unleashed the full might of their combined essence abilities.
Darkness surged forth from their outstretched hands, a suffocating wave of shadow that engulfed the resistance members, drowning them in an endless sea of black. The air grew heavy, pressing down on them like a physical weight, crushing the breath from their lungs and the hope from their hearts.
Lyra gasped for air, her lungs burning as she fought against the overwhelming darkness. She could feel the agony of her companions, their essence flickering like dying candles in the face of Dante and Sofia's relentless onslaught. It was a torture beyond imagining, a pain that seared the soul and left the body broken and bleeding.
Yet even in the depths of their suffering, the resistance members clung to life, their essence refusing to be snuffed out by the darkness. They were alive, but barely, their minds and bodies pushed to the very limits of endurance.
Through the haze of pain, Lyra could sense a shift in the dynamic between Dante and Sofia. Their movements became less coordinated, their essence abilities clashing against each other as they argued, their words lost in the roar of the shadows that surrounded them.
Lyra strained to make out their hand movements, her essence technique allowing her to read the subtle cues and gestures that passed between them. She could sense the unmovable will of Sofia, her determination to crush the resistance once and for all, to make them pay for their interference in her plans.
But there was something else there, too, a flicker of hesitation in Dante's essence, a sense that he was not entirely committed to the path they were on. His hand movements were more restrained, less aggressive than Sofia's, as if he were holding back, trying to find a way to end the conflict without further bloodshed.
Lyra's heart raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, her mind working furiously to find a way to turn the tide of the battle. But even as she struggled to focus, she could feel her own consciousness slipping away, the darkness closing in around her like a suffocating shroud.
One by one, her companions fell, their essence flickering out like candles in the wind. Elias, Cherry, and the others, all of them succumbing to the overwhelming power of Dante and Sofia's combined might.
And then, at last, it was Lyra's turn. She could feel the darkness tugging at the edges of her vision, the world around her growing dim and distant. She fought against it with every ounce of her strength, her essence blazing like a beacon in the night, but it was a losing battle.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, Lyra's last thoughts were of her friends, of the resistance and the cause they had fought for. She knew that they had given everything they had, that they had fought bravely and without hesitation, even in the face of impossible odds.
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