The sky split open as Niraka's dark storm surged forward, a swirling tempest of shadows and fury. Lightning crackled with unnatural colors, illuminating the battlefield with bursts of eerie light.
Kael stepped forward, the flames around him roaring in defiance. With a mighty roar, he summoned a blazing phoenix that soared into the storm, its fiery wings cutting through the darkness like a blade.
Lysara's crystalline wings shimmered, casting prismatic light that bent the shadows back. She raised her hands, channeling the infinite possibilities of the multiverse, weaving protective barriers around their allies.
Riven moved like a ghost, slicing through the tendrils of darkness with his spectral sword, each strike releasing waves of pure energy that shattered the night.
But Niraka was relentless.
She laughed, a sound like cracking ice. "Foolish mortals. You fight to preserve your fragile worlds, yet you cannot comprehend the power that shapes existence itself."
Elyndor's voice rang like thunder. "Power without purpose is destruction. You seek to unmake all creation, but we stand for balance."
The battle raged, realms colliding as flame met shadow, light clashed with darkness, and fate hung by a thread.
Suddenly, Kael's eyes locked with Niraka's. "This ends here."
He unleashed his ultimate power—the Eternal Flame, a fire born not just of destruction, but of rebirth.
The sky ignited in a cascade of fire and light, swallowing Niraka's storm. As the flames roared, a new dawn broke across the realms.