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Cira had placed herself in front of him, shielding him from the dark king's wrath.In that moment, Lissana realized that the dark king was not weak; rather, the three of them together were stronger than when they stood apart. But she had abandoned the fight, fleeing toward her fallen priest. The dark king was poised to strike Cira, ready to unleash an attack that would surely end her life. Lissana felt too cold and distant to reach her in time. At that moment, she knew she had lost her chance to turn the tide of battle. Daring to look back once more, she saw Abril rejoining the fray, holding back one of the monsters, flames dancing around her as she fought fiercely.Her daggers moved with precision, severing the heads of their enemies. It seemed she had learned the most effective way to fight without wasting time. Lissana felt a surge of pride but also a pang of guilt for not being able to help. Everyone was giving their all, pouring every ounce of strength into the fight, and Lissana knew she had to do the same. Ignoring the chaos behind her, she focused on the enemy before her.Gathering all the power she possessed, she concentrated it into the dagger of her priest-the ardent fire, the impetuous wind, the light that could pierce through the deepest darkness. She poured everything into that dagger, holding nothing back. This was her only chance; if she failed, it would mean the end. Her brothers trembled, aware that the fate of the world rested in her hands, in that dagger charged with power. Fear gripped her; she doubted whether she could succeed. The thought of dying or, worse, losing everyone because of her filled her with dread.But in that moment, amidst the cacophony of battle, she heard a profound silence. Suddenly, she found herself in a different realm, as if she had ascended to the heavens. Below her, the battlefield stretched out like a night sky, filled with stars, as if the chaos had been suspended. And then she heard a voice. "Do not fear, I am with you. I have promised victory to my son today. Trust me, my child; that dagger will end the darkness. Just have faith." Though Lissana could not see the source of the voice, she felt all her fear, anger, and pain dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable peace."Who are you?" she asked. "I am the one who is. I am the beginning and the end, the light that shines upon this world." Lissana thought that if anyone could be called God, it must be the owner of that voice. She had countless questions, but only one escaped her lips. "What must I do?" "Use it. Just trust me and let me guide you." With all her heart, Lissana wished to end the war. "I am your instrument. Use me as you will." As soon as she spoke, she was thrust back onto the battlefield. Time seemed to have paused, but the fight resumed as if she had never left. Yet she was changed.Her brothers did not hesitate; they fought with renewed vigor, sensing her confidence. She was not alone; someone greater and stronger than the enemy stood beside her. "Stop." The dark king halted his advance, fixing his gaze on Lissana. He approached with a steady stride, dagger in hand. The dark king believed he had already won this battle, that victory was within his grasp. Cira knew they could not prevail. Cassiel struggled to rise, leaning on his arms, but he was too weak. He had lost too much blood, and it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to unconsciousness. "Don't come!Run!" Cira shouted, creating a wall of flames between herself and the dark king. But he brushed them aside with a single swipe, the force of it cracking ribs as he advanced. "I'm going to kill you," he said, his voice low. "Really?" Cira retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Because I don't believe that's going to happen. Look at yourself. Your friends can't help you. You're alone. What can a little girl like you do against me?" "I will kill you, and I'm not alone.You just haven't noticed." The dark king's expression faltered as he saw a faint sacred glow emanating from Lissana's body, and the smile slipped from his face. In an instant, he vanished, retreating into the shadows. Lissana pursued him, moving like an arrow across the battlefield, landing precisely among the ranks of the dark king's army, acutely aware of the monsters surrounding her. The dark king reappeared mere meters away, laughing at the sight of her standing defiantly, all the power contained within her small frame."Magnificent," he said, ordering his army to attack while he prepared to flee. Lissana's brothers fought valiantly, and she continued to gather her strength, standing firm. The dark king, surrounded by his own minions, brandished his sword. "You think you can face me with that little dagger?" he taunted. Lissana remained silent, refusing to rise to his provocations. The dark king lunged at her, but Lissana dodged, leaping backward. He attacked again, and she evaded once more. On the third strike, when he was close enough, she plunged her priest's dagger into his chest, gripping it tightly.noveldramaA brilliant, fiery power erupted from the dagger. The dark king struggled to break free, but Lissana held on, channeling all the energy that had gathered within her. Silver flames engulfed him, consuming him entirely until he was reduced to ashes, scattered by her wind across the battlefield. Amplifying her voice with her wind magic, she declared for all to hear that the dark king was dead.