Chapter 22

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The battleground echoed with the clash of elements as the crew fought valiantly against Ashcinder the Phoenix. The air was thick with tension, and the molten rivers of Ironvale bore witness to the struggle between the fiery guardian and those who dared to challenge it.

In the climax of the battle, as Ashcinder prepared to unleash a devastating attack, its fiery gaze fixed on Mona. The crew, rallying together, aimed to protect their friend. But in a cruel twist of fate, the attack meant for Mona veered off course, fatally injuring Winnona in the process.

Time seemed to slow as Winnona like a wilted flower, fell, a fatal wound staining her vibrant attire. Lucio, witnessing the tragedy unfold right before his eyes, felt a surge of rage that transcended the limits of his usual demeanor.

A sudden transformation overcame Lucio—the air around him crackled with energy, his outfit shifted into an otherworldly attire, and his hair turned as white as the glow emanating from his eyes. A powerful force emanated from him, and the crew could feel the air charged with an intense energy.

Turning to Mona, Lucio's eyes met hers, determination burning within. With a synchronized effort, they conjured a tempest of icy hail that descended upon Ashcinder, ensnaring the fiery guardian in a frozen demise.

As the hail settled and Ashcinder's roars were silenced, Lucio landed on the ground, his eyes still aglow. But the victory came at a heavy cost. The crew gathered around Winnona, her life force fading away.

"No... Winn," Lucio choked out, his voice filled with despair.

He dropped to his knees beside her, pleading with her not to leave. "You can't go, Winn. It's not your time. Don't leave me, please."

Winnona, with a serene smile, reached out and touched Lucio's cheek. "You... you have the strength, Lucio. Keep going."

Lucio's eyes welled with tears, and he felt the weight of the loss settling upon him. He fainted in despair, his body giving in to the emotional turmoil.

Mona, rebellious but ever composed, scooped Lucio into her arms. Lamonte, retrieving the fire star, sighed heavily, the gravity of the moment sinking in. With the Fire Star in our possession, we had only one thing left to do...

"Let's get outta here," Lamonte declared, a somber determination in his voice.

As the crew carried the weight of Winona's sacrifice, they left the battlefield, the echoes of Ashcinder's demise fading into the molten landscape of Ironvale. The stars above seemed to glisten with a mixture of sorrow and resilience, a celestial tribute to the courage that had lit the path through the fiery trials of the volcanic dimension.

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