The air snapped with tension. The earth heaved beneath Ethan's feet, and the dark tendril that would have engulfed him if left unchecked receded but did not go. It writhed and twisted as if holding its breath until it was again commanded by their dark master. Ravenna was at the heart of it, his eyes bright with malice, his grin growing as he watched Ethan's celestial protectors arrive.The new figures beside Ethan were a ray of light in the suffocating darkness. The celestial knight, now glowing with greater power than before, raised his massive sword high, the light coming from it like a beacon in the night. Beside him, the ghostly wolf growled his agreement, its eyes aflame with a fury matched by Ethan's own. The dragon’s wings beat, sending a gust of wind that parted the shadows, and the other summoned beings, their forms powerful and resolute, stood ready for battle.Ravenna’s laugh echoed across the battlefield, chilling and unrelenting. “So, you think you’ve gained reinforcement

As Ethan rose to his feet, he was greeted by the stillness of the battlefield. The heat had begun to dissipate from the Phoenix flame, though the fire was gone. His sword the blade emitting a thousand suns' glory was now as weak as a dying candle. His legs were wobbly, and his vision was blurry. The weight of the battle had drained him his reserves were low. He could feel the link to his summoned companions weakening, but it wasn't over yet. Not while Ravenna was still alive.But as he tried to steady himself, something strange happened. The ground beneath him began to shake, and a cold crept into his bones, colder than anything he had ever felt before. His breath hitched. Something was off. Something was coming.From the dissipating smoke, an obscure silhouette had emerged, eerily moving through the air. Neither Ravenna nor one of his monstrous creatures. Something. someone else. A figure was attired in obsidian armor, with his features shrouded by darkness that seemed to writhe upon

The battlefield had become a war-torn wasteland, the remnants of once-proud structures now nothing more than charred fragments and scorched earth. The air was thick with smoke, crackling with dark energy, and beneath it all, the very foundation of the world trembled. Ethan could feel it, the power of the Phoenix flame raging within him, yet it seemed so small against the tidal wave of darkness sweeping over them.The dark figure, towering in its obsidian armor, stood at the heart of the chaos, its eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger. The power it wielded was not of this world it was the void itself, an ancient force that sought only destruction.“You think your pitiful flame can save you?” The voice was cold, mocking, as the figure lifted its hand. The shadows writhed, coiling around it like a serpent hungry for its prey. “The world is already mine. All that remains is to finish what I’ve started.”Ethan’s chest burned with the weight of the power within him, his breath shallow, his

The crack in the heavens yawned open, a searing light spilling from the rift; the new figure, a being of radiant power, descended slowly from the divine expanse. Its form is blinding to behold. The creature's features were hidden in a glowing armor of pure energy, but Ethan could feel the immense weight of its presence, a power beyond anything he had ever known.Lysara stood by his side, her eyes narrowed in awe and fear. "This is no ordinary enemy," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the wind screaming around them.Ethan tightened his hold on his sword, the flame of the Phoenix flickering inside him, and its light was but a spark in comparison to the blinding splendor falling before them. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice steady, yet his heart raced with the truth that they could be up against something much larger than they might comprehend.The voice of the being echoed in the air, as if it was coming from the heavens themselves. "I am the Harbinger of Light, the

Chaos on the battlefield. The earth shook beneath the clash of powers. So much so that it was splitting open as if, indeed, the very world's heart was at war with itself. Ethan gasped for breath, fighting to find his way onto his feet, his legs barely supporting him at all. The Phoenix fire in him lit weakly, like a dying ember, against this overwhelming darkness that had engulfed the land.However, even as it appeared to waver, its pure light faltered against the oppressive power of the being before them. The figure, which earlier had loomed only as a vague threat in their minds, now stood fully realized as a towering force of malevolence standing at the very center of the shattered battlefield."Never to win, Ethan," the figure spoke in a voice that was like a death knell, a thing cold and unyielding. "This world will break beneath the weight of my power. You were never meant to stop me. You were only meant to awaken me."His heart slammed within his chest, and he stared at the bein