The mountains rumbled beneath their feet as Nyx's malevolent power surged through the land. The wind whipped violently around them, carrying with it the echoes of a thousand tormented souls. The sky above churned in a chaotic maelstrom, the dark clouds swirling ominously as if to swallow the very light from the world. The stakes had never been higher, and Elara knew there would be no turning back.
"Hold the line!" Elara shouted, her voice barely audible above the roaring storm. The Blade of Eternity thrummed with power in her hands, its radiant light cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope.
Kirin, Thalia, and Lyra fought beside her, their faces grim with determination. Despite the howling winds and the treacherous terrain, they stood united, each of them knowing that this was the moment they had been fighting for. Every trial they had endured, every sacrifice they had made, had led them to this final stand against Nyx.