The Corrupted Land

The trio ventured.

Deeper.

Into the corrupted land.

Kael's senses.

Were overwhelmed.

By the darkness.

That surrounded them.

Lyra's determination.

Remained unwavering.

"We must stop Xarath."

Before it's too late."

Thorne's wisdom.

Guided them.

Through the treacherous terrain.

Avoiding.

Dark creatures.

That lurked.

In the shadows.

As they journeyed.

The land grew.

More twisted.

And distorted.

As if reality.

Itself was bending.

To accommodate.

Xarath's presence.

Kael's powers.

Were tested.

As he fought.

To maintain.

A protective barrier.

Around Lyra.

And Thorne.

"Xarath's influence."

Is growing stronger."

Kael warned.

"We must be cautious."

Lyra nodded.

"I sense it too."

A dark energy.

Pulsating.

Beneath.

The earth.

Thorne consulted.

The Chronicle.

Of Light.

And Darkness.

"Xarath's lair."

Is hidden."

Beneath.

The corrupted mountain."

A fortress.

Of dark energy."

Kael's resolve.

Hardened.

"I'll lead."

The charge.

Into Xarath's lair."

Lyra stood.

Beside him.

"Together."

We'll face.

Whatever lies within."

Thorne's eyes.

Were grave.

"Remember."

Xarath's power.

Is ancient.

And unpredictable."

Kael nodded.

"I'll be prepared."

The corrupted mountain.

Loomed.

Before them.

A monolith.

Of twisted rock.

And dark energy.

Pulsating.

With malevolent life.

As they approached.

The air grew.

Thicker.

With malevolent intent.

Kael's wings.

Unfurled.

Ready.

To face.

Whatever horrors.

Awaited them.

Within.

Xarath's lair.

---

The Descent

They descended.

Into the heart.

Of the corrupted mountain.

Tunnels.

Twisted.

And winding.

Led them deeper.

Into darkness.

Kael's vision.

Adjusted.

To the dim light.

Revealing.

Grotesque.

Carvings.

On the walls.

Depicting.

Xarath's power.

Lyra's grip.

On Kael's arm.

Tightened.

"I feel it."

Xarath's presence."

Is close."

Thorne's voice.

Was calm.

"Steady."

We're almost there."

The tunnel.

Opened.

To a vast.

Chamber.

Xarath's lair.

A sea.

Of dark energy.

Churned.

Beneath.

The trio.

Xarath's voice.

Boomed.

Welcoming.

Them.

To their doom.

Xarath's voice.

Boomed.

Welcoming.

Them.

To their doom.

Kael's eyes.

Adjusted.

To the darkness.

Revealing.

Xarath's form.

A massive.

Twisted entity.

Feeding.

On the darkness.

Lyra's courage.

Faltering.

For a moment.

Thorne's steady.

Hand.

On her shoulder.

"Steady."

We're here.

Together."

Kael's wings.

Unfurled.

Ready.

To face.

Xarath.

"You've come."

Xarath spoke.

"To stop me."

Foolish mortals."

And a fallen demon."

Thinking you.

Can defeat me."

Kael sneered.

"I've faced."

Worse foes."

In Azura."

Xarath laughed.

"We'll see."

About that."

The entity.

Begun.

To transform.

Growing larger.

More twisted.

As it fed.

On the darkness.

Lyra stepped.

Forward.

"Stop."

Xarath."

Your darkness."

Must end."

Xarath mocked.

"Your light."

Is no match."

For my darkness."

Thorne intervened.

"Not light."

But balance."

Is the key."

To defeating you."

Xarath's laughter.

Echoed.

Through.

The chamber.

As the trio.

Prepared.

For battle.

---

The Battle Begins

Kael charged.

Forward.

Wings beating.

Furiously.

As he clashed.

With Xarath.

Lyra followed.

Close behind.

Her sword.

Shining.

With holy light.

Thorne supported.

With his magic.

Weakening.

Xarath's defenses.

The battle.

Raged.

On.

Xarath's power.

Growing.

As the darkness.

Fed him.

But the trio.

Held firm.

United.

In their quest.

To stop Xarath.