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Lyra, the Goddess of Dreams 32, Part 162

With Pestilence vanquished and the remnants of darkness swirling around them, Alric turned his fierce gaze toward Deception and Chaos, who stood defiantly at the edge of the battlefield.

"You think your tricks will save you?" Deception sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "You are nothing but illusions in a fading dream! I can unravel your very essence!"

Chaos giggled, its form shifting wildly, colors flickering between brilliant hues and dark shadows like a circus of madness. "Embrace the disorder!" it cackled, swirling around them in a frenzy. "Let me show you the truth of your pathetic existence!"

Alric clenched his jaw, feeling rage surge through him as he faced the final two Horsemen. He turned to his companions, whose determined expressions mirrored his own. "Don't allow their words to seep into your minds! Remember why we fight—remember Lyra!"

"Together!" Moira shouted, raising her staff high as a bright light erupted from its tip, illuminating the surrounding darkness. "We are not just shadows!"

Colin loosed another arrow imbued with radiant energy toward Chaos, striking true. The chaotic figure let out a screech as it recoiled from the light, momentarily destabilized.

"Keep pushing!" Roku urged, nocking another arrow and aiming for Deception. "We're nearly free!"

As they surged forward together, Alric felt an unbreakable bond form within their ranks—a shared purpose that transcended fear and doubt. They had already faced their demons; now it was time to banish these final manifestations of evil.

"No more games!" Alric roared as he charged at Deception. "Your lies have no power over us!"

Deception glared back with narrowed eyes, her facade cracking under the pressure of their unity. "You think you can defeat me? You are nothing without your precious memories—nothing but empty vessels!"

But as Alric lunged with his sword aimed directly at her heart, Moira stepped beside him. With a furious cry, she unleashed a wave of healing light that enveloped them both—a shield against despair and deceit.

"Your lies are nothing compared to what we share!" she declared fiercely.

The light clashed against Deception's shadows, causing them to flicker and warp under the righteous onslaught. Alric pressed forward with resolve; each swing of his sword resonated with the memories of laughter and love—the warmth that fueled his desire to rescue Lyra.

Meanwhile, Colin and Roku fought side by side against Chaos's erratic movements. The swirling colors threatened to ensnare them in madness, but Colin kept firing arrows imbued with determination while Roku wielded his sword with precision.

"You will not unravel us!" Colin cried out defiantly as she struck again at Chaos's essence. "We are stronger than your tricks!"

With one final rallying cry from Alric, he plunged his sword into Deception's form as light exploded outward; she shrieked in agony, her face contorting in disbelief before she dissolved into tendrils of shadow that scattered across the battlefield.

"NO! This cannot be!" Chaos screeched in a cacophony of colors, enraged at the loss of its comrades.

Chaos snarled in fury at the sight of its master faltering; its form shifted erratically as it barreled toward Alric with wild abandon. "You won't escape me! I'll drown you all in madness!"

Alric met its charge head-on, sword raised high. "Not today!" he yelled as he swung his blade through whirling colors—a brilliant arc of light that sliced through Chaos's writhing form.

The moment was electric; colors collided in a blinding flash as light met chaos and shattered it into fragments—each piece bursting forth with radiant brilliance until both Chaos and Deception were washed away in an explosion of color and sound.

The explosion of light reverberated through the chamber, cascading in waves that illuminated every crevice and corner with a radiant brilliance. Shadows scattered, shrieking in agony as the last vestiges of their darkness were swept away by the tide of hope that surged forth from Alric and his friends. The ground beneath them trembled, the very fabric of Tartarus shuddering under the power of their combined light.

As the blinding glow faded, Alric lowered his sword, breathing heavily as he surveyed the aftermath. The Seven Horsemen lay vanquished around him, their forms dissipating into wisps of mist—remnants of their once fearsome presence now lost to the power of friendship and unity. For a moment, silence enveloped the battlefield; it was a silence filled with relief and triumph.

The air crackled with lingering energy, the light from their amulets pulsing in rhythm with their hearts, now free of the weight of despair. Each hero turned to face one another, faces flushed with a mix of triumph and exhaustion.

"We did it," Colin breathed, a smile breaking through her tears. "We defeated them!"

Roku lowered his bow, wiping sweat from his brow. "But at what cost? We still need the Shadow Soul to save Lyra!"

But even as they reveled in their victory, a low rumble echoed from deep within Tartarus—a reminder that darkness was ever present and could not be vanquished so easily. The ground shook again, and cracks began to spread across the chamber floor.

"Quickly!" Odin shouted, urgency clawing at his chest as he turned toward the obsidian dais where the Shadow Soul still pulsed with dark energy. "We must claim it before it can regain its power!"

Alric nodded fiercely, gripping his sword tightly as he sprinted toward the artifact. Each step felt like a heartbeat echoing through eternity—the closer they got, the more palpable the darkness became.

Moira joined him, her staff glowing with renewed purpose. "We must channel our strength together," she said urgently as they reached the dais. "Only with combined magic can we control its essence!"

"Let's do this," Colin said determinedly, positioning herself beside them along with Roku and Odin.

They formed a circle around the Shadow Soul, hands extended toward one another as they pooled their energies together. Light radiated from each hero—brightening and intertwining—forming a barrier against the encroaching darkness that sought to reclaim its throne.

"Through our ties and trust we plea,

Unveiling the essence of thee.

Let shadows fade from our sight,

In harmony, we unite.

", Moira recited fervently.

"Fools! You believe you can claim what is mine?" A voice like thunder echoed through the chamber, reverberating off the walls and sending tremors through the ground beneath them.

From the swirling shadows emerged Tartarus himself—a colossal figure cloaked in darkness, eyes smoldering like embers as he regarded them with disdain. His form shifted and twisted unnaturally, embodying both terror and magnificence, an entity born from nightmares made flesh.

"Your defiance is amusing," he sneered, extending an arm to dismiss them as though they were mere insects in his path. "You have burned away my champions; however, you are still but mortals—weak and frail against my dominion!"

Alric took a step forward despite the dread pooling in his stomach. "We're not afraid of you!" he declared boldly. "We've faced your minions and prevailed! We've come for the Shadow Soul to save Lyra—and we will not leave without it!"

Tartarus laughed—a sound filled with malice that echoed through the very marrow of their bones. "You think this trifling victory grants you power? The Shadow Soul is beyond your reach! Your friend is lost within my domain—forever entwined in torment!"

"No!" Moira shouted fiercely, stepping alongside her son. "We will rescue her! The light protects us against your darkness!"

As if mocking her words, Tartarus unleashed a wave of shadowy tendrils that forced their way toward each hero—seeking to ensnare them in despair's embrace once more...