Yoshi clenched his fists, his face twisted with fury, while Lyra's tears streamed freely. The demoness stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.
"But now, I no longer need the relic’s power to finish you both," she sneered. "With your so-called savior out of the picture, it’s just us left."
Lyra’s aura flared uncontrollably, mighty gusts swirling around her in a tempest of grief and rage. Her power threatened to spiral out of control, but Yoshi stepped forward, placing a calming hand on her shoulder. "Lyra," he said firmly, his voice steady. "Stay with me. We can do this—together."
Lyra took a deep breath, wiping her tears as her aura steadied. Her gaze locked onto the demoness with fiery determination. "Joseph didn’t sacrifice himself for nothing," she said, her voice shaking with resolve. "I won’t let his death be in vain. I will make you pay."