One hundred and three

Ruth's POV:

I gripped Michael's hand, my heart racing. We'd come so far, but the Devourer's presence suffocated me.

"What now?" I whispered.

Michael's eyes locked onto mine. "We find a way out."

Together, we navigated Elyria's twisted streets, avoiding the Devourer's minions.

As we reached the Ancient One's sanctuary, hope flickered within me.

The Ancient One's words crushed that hope. "You're too late. The Devourer has spread beyond containment."

I felt despair creeping in.

But Michael's determination sparked something within me.

"We'll do it," I said, my voice firm.

The Ancient One's map led us through treacherous landscapes.

We fought off hordes of minions, our energy signature resonating with Elyria's.

Finally, we reached the Elyrian Core.

A blazing crystal pulsed before us, radiating pure energy.

"This is it," Michael whispered. "Our only chance."

I nodded.

Together, we channeled our energy into the Core.

The Devourer's presence surged, resisting our efforts.

But we stood firm,