The battle raged on, the heroes fighting with all their might against the ancient evil. Lyra's sword flashed with light, Kael's magic surged through the air, and Zara's daggers struck true, but the evil seemed to be endless.
Just when it seemed like the heroes were about to be overwhelmed, Lyra remembered the words of the ancient Oracle. "The power of friendship is the greatest magic of all," she had said.
Lyra turned to her friends, her eyes shining with determination. "We need to work together," she said. "We can beat this thing!"
Kael and Zara nodded, their faces set with determination. They joined hands, and a surge of energy flowed through them.
The evil laughed, thinking that the heroes were making a mistake. But instead, the energy grew stronger, filling the air with a brilliant light.
The heroes' movements became more synchronized, their attacks more precise and deadly. The evil was pushed back, its power faltering as the heroes worked together.
For the first time, the evil felt a spark of doubt. It had underestimated the power of friendship.