The Last Stand

The shockwave from Queen Shiondreil's sacrifice rippled through the very walls of Shambhala Palace, shaking its foundations. Cries of sorrow and disbelief echoed through the city as the news spread like wildfire. The loss of their great queen was a blow felt deeply by all.

Alasteir, with a heavy heart, approached Ysabel. His usual calm demeanor was strained as he delivered the somber news. "Queen Ysabel," he began, his voice thick with grief, "I regret to inform you that the Great Queen Shiondreil is no more. She has left us with precise instructions to follow, yet the weight of this loss is unbearable. I still cannot believe it—she had the gift of clairvoyance, so she foresaw her own death."

The entire city was gripped by shock, but they also knew that this was the price to pay for the peace that Shiondreil had fought so hard to maintain.

Ysabel, her face pale but resolute, addressed the regent with determination. "I respect your pain, and there will be time to mourn, but we must act quickly. What were the Queen's instructions?"

Alasteir straightened, focusing on the task at hand. "Of course, Your Grace. In the event that we find the Heart of Orion, the Queen instructed that two of the princesses should join forces with you to channel the power of the stone to sever the connection between the Dybbuk and their God, the mother destroyer of worlds. If we can cut this link, we could close the rifts to Earth for good."

He continued, his voice laced with urgency, "We must remember that they can only exist in this realm by using living beings as vessels. The only exceptions are the four Gods of Destruction, but even they are weakened in this dimension. On Kayron, a single one of them could annihilate an entire legion of 5,000 soldiers. Here, we at least have a fighting chance."

Ysabel listened intently, her mind racing with the possibilities. Alasteir then added, "The reports indicate that Princess Armyt has been injured, and Princess Aimma is currently facing the God of Pain. As long as Princess Armyt remains unconscious, we lack the power necessary to use the Heart of Orion. I have already dispatched a team to bring both Princess Ellis and Princess Armyt back to us."

On the Battlefield...

Algos's true form was a nightmare brought to life. His body constantly shifted between solid and smoke, making him almost impossible to hit. Every time an attack was launched at him, that part of his body would dissolve into mist, allowing projectiles to pass harmlessly through him.

Ellis stood frozen for a moment, her heart heavy with grief. "Mother... how could this happen?"

Aimma, her voice steady but laced with sorrow, replied, "You know Mother's powers. She never accepted destiny; she foresaw this and planned for it."

Aimma's eyes hardened as she recalled the stories their mother had told her about the battles on Kayron. "Ellis, I need you to check something for me."

Ellis, snapping back to the present, nodded. "I'm ready, sis."

"I think Algos has the power to control dimensional doors," Aimma explained. "When danger approaches, he opens a door so our attacks explode in another dimension. You, who have inherited the gift of vision, should be able to see them and find a way to close them immediately."

Each of the princesses had inherited a unique gift. Aimma, the eldest, was blessed with immense power—capable of commanding the very elements, she could open the sky and split the ocean with a single thought. Ellis, on the other hand, had been granted the gifts of vision and justice. She could see the paths the future held and no one could lie in her presence; even the faintest whisper from her lips became an unbreakable command.

As the battle raged on, Aimma began chanting incantations. The skies darkened as a storm brewed above them. A shower of meteorites broke through the clouds, hurtling toward Algos, but each one was intercepted by his dimensional portals, disappearing before they could strike.

"I see them!" Ellis cried out. "You were right, he's hiding portals with his black mist. On your next attack, I will use mind control to close them all. Ready when you are, sis!"

Aimma grinned fiercely, raising her hands to the sky. "TerraFlare!" she shouted, and the ground beneath Algos erupted as giant, glowing spikes shot up, aiming for the god's massive form.

Ellis focused her mind, her eyes glowing with power. "Confuse! I order you to look at me, to focus only on me!" she commanded, her voice ringing out like a bell across the battlefield.

Algos's eyes snapped to Ellis, his attention forcibly drawn to her as the spikes pierced through his thighs, throat, and right wing. He roared in pain and fury, his body writhing in an attempt to free himself.

"You little rats," Algos snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "That trick won't work again, and you—next time you try to enter my mind, I will drag you with me into the abyss."

Before he could recover, Gadriel appeared on the battlefield, his presence radiating a calm determination. "Then let's see you try," he challenged, his blade gleaming with energy. "But this time, you won't face them alone."

From behind him, Armyt emerged, her eyes blazing with fury. "Algos! You've taken everything from me today. Know that you face not one, but three Shiondreils who seek revenge!"

Gadriel raised his sword high. "It's time to end this!"

Armyt, her voice filled with power, shouted, "Snare!" Huge roots burst from the ground, wrapping tightly around Algos's limbs, holding him in place.

Ellis, her voice cutting through the chaos, commanded, "Confuse! I command you to stay still!"

Gadriel then unleashed his attack, his voice booming, "Lightning Anthem!" An avalanche of lightning bolts rained down on Algos, each one striking with the force of a thousand storms.

Aimma followed up with her own devastating spell, "Eruption!" The ground beneath Algos turned into a bubbling lake of lava, melting everything it touched, searing the god's flesh.

Armyt, summoning the last of her strength, raised her hands and cast the final spell. "Ultima!" A dome of pure, radiant light enclosed Algos, its intensity growing as the dome shrank. Algos's screams of agony echoed through the battlefield as the light burned away his form, preventing him from regenerating.

"No! This can't be! I will assimilate you all!" Algos roared, his voice fading as the dome of light closed in on him, obliterating his existence.