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Lyra, the Goddess of Dreams 30, Part 160

Alric's heart raced as he felt the weight of despair settle heavily upon him. The shadows lunged for Moira, their claws poised to drag her into the depths of decay. No! He couldn't let that happen.

"Moira! Fight back!" he roared, forcing himself to focus on the battle with War, who was staggering under the impact of Alric's blow yet still stood resolute.

With a surge of raw determination, Alric pivoted and dashed toward Moira, but War recovered quickly, swinging his serrated sword in a deadly arc. The blade grazed Alric's arm, leaving a burning gash in its wake. He gritted his teeth against the pain, forcing himself to keep moving forward.

"Roku! Colin!" Alric called out urgently. "We need to break Pestilence's hold on her!"

Colin, her anguish fueling her resolve, nocked an arrow and aimed it straight at Pestilence. "I won't let you take her!" She released the arrow with a fierce cry. The projectile struck true, hitting Pestilence squarely in the chest. A scream erupted from the Horseman as the light from the arrow pierced through the shroud of decay that surrounded Moira.

In a moment of clarity, Moira's eyes snapped open, filled with determination as she drew on every ounce of strength she had left. "I will not succumb to you!" she shouted defiantly. With a wave of her staff, she called forth radiant energy that erupted around her like a supernova, illuminating the darkness and scattering the encroaching shadows.

The sudden burst of light pushed back against Pestilence's decaying mists and weakened their grip around her limbs. "Together!" she cried towards Alric and Roku as they joined forces once more.

"Now!" Alric shouted as he redirected his focus toward War again, his very essence burning with the hope of saving Lyra and protecting those he loved.

As Alric pressed home his attack on War, Rowan unleashed a flurry of arrows that struck like lightning—finding gaps in Pestilence's defenses while Colin backed him up with sharp quips that struck harder than any blade.

Famine swiveled toward them menacingly as her gaunt form lurched closer to Moira once more. "You cannot resist hunger forever," Famine hissed through twisted lips. "Submit or be consumed!"

"Never!" Moira gasped out as she gathered light into her staff once more—her determination igniting new vigor within her veins—and struck Famine squarely across her twisted visage.

The impact sent Famine sprawling backward as the energy burst against her fragile form; shadows shattered around them like glass underfoot.

But just then, Chaos slipped into view with an unsettling grin, its form flickering erratically between shapes. "All your efforts are futile! What will you do when reality itself unravels around you?" it squealed gleefully before tossing a handful of shifting colors into their midst.

The swirling chaos danced in front ofthem—sickening colors that tugged at their minds and hearts—blurring linesbetween truth and falsehood while twisting memories like ivy through trellises.

Meanwhile, Alric found himself face-to-face with War again. His heart raced as he gasped for breath—he could feel victory slipping through his fingers like grains of sand—but he denied himself that fate.

In a sudden surge of defiance, Alric lunged at War again; this time he called forth all the love and hope stored within him for Lyra and their friendship forged through trials together before striking a decisive blow at War's chest!

The Rider howled as light erupted from Alric's sword—the very essence of hope manifesting in radiant brilliance—and swept forth like an unstoppable tide against the abhorrent darkness. War fell back with a howl of despair just as Famine shrieked in rage at losing one of their own.

"Never fear; I shall not let you go so easily!" she screeched as she rearmed herself for another attack.

"Your time is up!" Colin declared, her voice echoing like a battle cry. With steady hands, she drew another arrow from her quiver, each feathered tip humming with the weight of their shared resolve. "For everyone who has suffered, for Lyra, we will not fall!"

She released the arrow with a fierce determination. It soared through the air, trailing shimmering light that illuminated the darkened chamber as it struck Famine squarely in the chest. A cry ripped from the skeletal figure's lips as radiant energy burst forth, illuminating the twisted shadows that encased her.

"NO!" Famine shrieked, staggering backward, her scythe clattering to the ground as light consumed her form. The shadows recoiled from the unbearable brilliance, and with one final gasp, Famine disintegrated into nothing more than a wisp of darkness scattered by the wind.

Fueled by pure hatred, Deception smirked at our heroes. "You fools," she hissed. "You didn't kill a thing but mere shadows... and shadows are eternal!"

With a flick of her hand, War and Famine materialized before them once again. It was as if their previous deaths meant nothing at all.

In the midst of chaos and desperation, Odin cried out for a solution. "What can we do? We must find a way to defeat them... the Chains, the Shadows we released... perhaps they have the knowledge to vanquish the Seven Horsemen."

Moira raised her staff, summoning the shadowy creatures known as Chains.

But War only laughed cruelly and lunged towards Alric once more. "This time, I'll make sure you're dead," he bellowed.

Pestilence's eerie voice cut in, pointing a skeletal finger towards Colin. "That girl belongs to me. And this time, I'll drain every last trace of your soul until there is nothing left but a shadow."

As if on cue, Moira's spell conjured up the shadowy Chains behind our heroes.

"How do we kill these shadows?" Odin shouted, desperation and fear creeping into his voice.

"You cannot simply kill them," replied a tall cloaked figure who had taken on a form resembling that of a human, surrounded by only shadows. "Their immortality lies in their mortal bodies..."

"But they are only shadows," Odin challenged.

"Only the sacred light can reveal their true form," stated the shadow-man.

"The amulets of the Laid of the Dream!" Moira exclaimed, her voice rising in urgency. "She said they would protect us from the Darkness and guide us towards victory!"

"Dream's Amulets," shine bright,

On this war-torn ground,

Banish the night,

Unveil in radiant sound,

The true forms shall arise,

Of the Seven Dark Riders, wise.

 chanted Moira as she held up her hands. "

In a sudden burst of blinding white light, the amulets of the Dream Leidy began to glow, radiating warmth and purity that enveloped everything in its path.

War stumbled back in fear, frantically raising his shield to protect himself from the sacred light. As the shadows surrounding their bodies dispersed, their true forms emerged, though still shrouded in darkness.

"Now," Alric roared triumphantly as he unsheathed his sword. "Let us end this once and for all, before they have a chance to regain their shadows."