Kael's sword cut through the swirling shadows, each strike igniting sparks of light against the consuming darkness. The monstrous figure lunged, its many eyes glaring with hatred, but Lysara's Seed flared with radiant energy, forming a protective barrier around them.
Riven's fragmented soul trembled, caught between despair and hope. A faint glow began to emanate from his chest, pulsing in time with Lysara's heartbeat.
Kael shouted, "Riven, hold on! You're stronger than this nightmare!"
The shadow beast roared, tentacles striking like lightning. Kael dodged, feeling the cold brush of death. But then, a sudden surge of light erupted from Riven himself. The chains binding him shattered, splintering into shards of forgotten pain.
Riven's eyes snapped open—clear, fierce, alive.
"I'm not your prisoner anymore," he declared, voice steady, echoing through the chamber.
With a roar, he unleashed a wave of pure energy, dissolving the darkness into nothingness.
The chamber brightened, the bone pillars glowing softly as peace settled like a balm.
Lysara reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Riven's arm.
"You made it back."
Riven nodded, a faint smile breaking through the shadow of his past.
"We're not done yet. But this battle… we won it together."
Kael sheathed his sword and looked to his allies.
"This is only the beginning."