The clearing was dimly lit by the faint light of the moon, casting eerie shadows on the ground as the Guardians prepared for their stand against Nyx. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation and dread. Morgana, her staff glowing faintly with her remaining magical energy, took a deep breath and began to focus on reinforcing the barriers.
Elara watched as her companions took their positions, each one ready to face the darkness that loomed. Seraphina hovered above them, her wings spread wide, creating a barrier of celestial light. Doran and Henry set up defensive formations, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of Nyx's approach. Lyra, her twin blades at the ready, stood close to Elara, her gaze sharp and focused.
"We need to keep our wits about us," Elara said, her voice steady. "Nyx is powerful, but she's not invincible. We have to stay coordinated and protect Morgana while she works."