The heroes arrived at the heart of the darkness, the ancient artifacts in hand. They faced the darkness, their faces set with determination.
The battle was fierce, the heroes fighting with every ounce of strength they had. Lyra summoned a blast of magic, striking the darkness with a wave of energy. Thane charged forward, his sword swinging in great arcs.
Elowen and Jax worked together, their arrows and daggers finding their mark with deadly precision. Kael used his magic to weaken the darkness, making it vulnerable to the heroes' attacks.
But the darkness was relentless, its power crushing. The heroes fought on, their movements slowing as they took damage.
Just when it seemed like all was lost, Lyra remembered the words of the Oracle. "In the darkest hour, a hero will rise," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lyra raised her staff, a burst of magic shooting out to envelop the darkness. The heroes watched in awe as the darkness was sealed away, the world saved from its power.