Salvation.

With his vision blurred by the pain, Andre pushed himself upright. He cleared his throat, tasting a metallic tang in his mouth. Each breath he took was as painful as swallowing shards of glass in his lungs.

Looking around the cluttered room, he observed the Archon of War engaged in a fierce battle with the Vor'talon. The Archon, his armor glowing slightly, defended against attack after attack from the huge knight. However, the Archon's immense strength was beginning to exhibit indications of fatigue. He moved with decreased speed and accuracy.

The Vor'talon also appeared to be getting weary. His huge shape, previously filled with disorderly power, appeared slow, his attacks no longer as strong. However, the knight's impressive size and power still presented a significant danger.

"Tired, little shadows?" the Vor'talon boomed, his voice raspy with exertion. "This won't last much longer. You'll both fall to the might of Chaos!"

He focused his remaining dark magic, channeling it into Revenant. It pulsed with a dark light, a desperate beacon against the overwhelming darkness that seemed to permeate the chamber.

Letting out a fierce battle cry that echoed through the smoky air, Andre charged into the fight. His movements, filled with anger and urgency, were a blur as he danced around the massive figures of the Archon and the Vor'talon. He managed to land some light hits on the Vor'talon, causing irritated roars from the fierce knight, but it was pointless. The tables were starting to turn in the battle's favor.

Suddenly, the Vor'ton halted, his clawed hands outstretched. A sinister grin twisted his grotesque visage. "Foolish insects," he rasped, his voice laced with a newfound power. "Prepare to meet your oblivion!"

The Vor'talon clapped his hands together with a deep, throaty chant. A dark energy vortex swirled above him, filled with malevolent power and crackling with energy. Mysterious symbols, shimmering with a dark energy, throbbed inside the swirling vortex.

"Behold!" the Vor'talon roared. "The Chaos Star!"

Fuck.

From the whirlpool, dark energy tendrils stretched out, hunting for their prey. Andre, with sharpened reflexes from years of battle, narrowly dodged a tendril that seared the wall next to him. However, the Archon of War did not have the same luck.

A tendril crashed into the crimson figure, surrounding him in a whirlwind of disorderly energy. The Archon cried out loudly, the noise reverberating in the chamber, his body shaking as the dark magic attacked him.

Andre's body screamed out in defiance when he found himself within the Chaos Star's reach. Dark energy coiled around his arm, draining his power, scorching him internally. However, he managed to break free with a strong burst of determination, quickly rolling away on the floor before the attack hit the Archon with full force.

He observed with dread as the red figure was surrounded by a dazzling light. The shining armor, previously radiating an unearthly glow, started to bend and change shape, with the metal making creaking sounds in disapproval. Consumed by chaotic energy, the Archon of War released one last deafening roar.

Then, the light faded.

Andre was frozen in place, staring at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of him. The Archon of War had disappeared and in its place stood a being made entirely of raw power. His armor glowed with vibrant energy, the atmosphere vibrating with an electric buzz. His back was adorned with shining wings made of pure lightning, emitting an eerie light in the room filled with smoke. This wasn't a human being anymore; this was a god created in the midst of disorder.

A deep, booming voice echoed in Andre's mind, vibrating his very bones. "Stay back, Shadow Sovereign," it rumbled. "This fight… I take the lead."

Before Andre could even nod in agreement, the Archon, a blur of crackling energy, launched himself at the Vor'talon. The monstrous knight, battered and bruised from the previous fight, roared in defiance. But the Archon moved with an otherworldly grace, his lightning-wreathed fists slamming into the Vor'talon with the force of a battering ram.

The throne room resounded with the clashing of metal and the crackling of electricity like an applause. Taken aback by the immense strength of the Archon's strikes, the Vor'talon retaliated with increased aggression. His sharp claws scratched the Archon's shining body, causing burning wounds that sizzled as they quickly sealed up.

With adrenaline pumping through his veins again, Andre realized he couldn't remain idle and observe. He had to figure out a way to assist the Archon and change the course of this crucial battle. He let out a snarl, slammed his hand on the grimy ground, and unleashed his dark sorcery.

The air shimmered as an ancient tome, bound in dark leather and etched with arcane symbols, materialized in his hands – the Grimoire of Shadows. Its pages crackled with dark energy, whispering promises of power. He flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning for a spell that could tip the scales.

"Shadows of Despair!" he roared, slamming his hand down on a specific page. A wave of darkness erupted from the Grimoire, engulfing the Vor'talon in a thick, suffocating miasma. The monstrous knight bellowed in frustration, his attacks faltering as he clawed at the inky tendrils that bound him.

This was their chance. Taking advantage of the situation, the Archon flew high above the Vor'talon. His white, incandescent eyes were fixed on the knight. He let out a soundless cry and lifted his hand, creating a ball of pure lightning that crackled in his palm.

"For Xin'an!" he roared, hurling the ball of lightning at the Vor'talon. The crackling orb slammed into the knight's chest, exploding in a blinding flash. The stench of ozone filled the air as the Vor'talon shrieked, his monstrous form convulsing as the electricity coursed through him.

Andre knew this wasn't over. It was far from over. He knew the Vor'talon wouldn't be defeated so easily. But it was his time to act. With a guttural scream, he channeled all his remaining dark mana into his hand. Revenant, his loyal blade, thrummed with a dark energy, its obsidian blade pulsating with an ominous glow.

"This ends now!" he roared, launching himself forward. As he closed the distance between himself and the Vor'talon, still reeling from the Archon's attack, he hurled Revenant with all his might.

The sword, fueled by Andre's intense anger, soared through the sky resembling a black comet. It hit the Vor'talon's chest hard, sinking deep into his large body. The chamber was filled with a noise similar to a death knell as dark energy burst from the impact site. The Vor'talon, his body overtaken by dark spells, let out a scream that rattled the palace to its core.

Afterwards, the giant knight exploded loudly, breaking into a million sparkling pieces of darkness, vanishing like smoke in the breeze.

Andre landed heavily on the floor, his body drained but a triumphant grin splitting his face. He had done it. That Bastard was done. Together with the Archon of War, he had defeated the Vor'talon. But as he looked up at the godlike figure before him, a new worry flickered in his heart.

The Archon of War, his form still crackling with energy, hovered above the spot where the Vor'talon once stood. He turned his glowing eyes towards Andre, a look of unreadable emotion flickering within them.

.....

Res gazed upwards at the massive Shadow Wyvern, its gleaming emerald eyes filled with wicked intelligence. Fear, enveloped her like a veil. This wasn't an undead skeleton or an evil mage; it was a legendary creature, a bringer of ruin.

However, fear would not emerge victorious in this battle. Today was not the day.

She looked briefly at Marcus who was standing next to her, his expression stern yet determined as gazed up at the mythical creature. He lifted his hand, with emerald light swirling around his palm."We can do this, Res," he said, his voice full of determination that soothed her racing heart. "Together."

Res nodded, her own hand crackling with electricity, a precursor to the wind magic she would unleash. With a wordless battle cry, they charged.

Marcus moved quickly, as he wielded his jade-infused longsword while evading the Wyvern's large claws. He kept striking repeatedly, creating luminous green cuts on the creature's black scales, yet the injuries appeared to mend right away.

Res released a surge of wind projectiles. The blades violently struck the Wyvern's flank, creating wounds that released a dark, thick fluid. However, the huge beast let out a defiant roar, its fiery emerald eyes filled with anger.

With a powerful sweep of its tail, the Wyvern sent Marcus flying across the battlefield. He landed in a heap, his jade armor cracked and his face contorted in pain. Res cried out his name, her fury boiling over.

With all of her concentration, she called upon a swirling vortex of water, transforming it into a furious inferno using just one bolt of lightning. She let out a guttural scream as she threw the water bomb at the Wyvern.

The strike hit the monster's torso, bursting in a eruption of vapor. The Wyvern let out a loud cry, temporarily surprised by the strength of the blow. However, the victory didn't last long. The giant creature shook off its coat, its green eyes locked on Res, a fierce hunter tracking its target.

Res could feel her heart racing in her chest. Her power had run out, her body in agony. As she felt despair looming over her, a booming voice reverberated across the battlefield right before she surrendered.

"Enough!"

A figure descended from the sky, a sight that defied all logic. The being had the body of a human, sculpted with a breathtaking perfection. Yet, from his back sprouted wings of pure fire, their feathers shimmering like molten gold. Magnificent dragon horns adorned his jet black hair. His eyes, the color of twilight, shone with an otherworldly power.

He landed with elegance between Res and the Shadow Wyvern, not shifting his gaze. The monstrous being, detecting the new danger, emitted a quiet growl, its green eyes narrowing in doubt.The person, with a smile on his face, lifted his hand. In it appeared a tiny sun, sparkling with energy.

"You will not harm them any further, beast," he boomed, his voice filled with an otherworldly authority.

The Shadow Wyvern let out a defiant roar, but before it could strike, the figure threw the tiny sun. It crashed against the beast's chest, surrounding it with a dazzling white light. The Wyvern let out a loud cry, its huge body writhing in pain. The brightness grew stronger, and suddenly, with a loud noise, the Shadow Wyvern disappeared, only a trace of black smoke drifting away.

Res and Marcus were left speechless as they observed the figure bringing his hand down. The small sun disappeared, surrounding him with a celestial light.