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Chapter fifty

Author: Mark Howard
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The cavern echoed with the clash of steel and the raw energy of celestial fragments. Kai and Maya, their movements honed by years of battle, danced a deadly ballet against the King of Shadows' spectral guardians. Each strike of their fragments illuminated the darkness momentarily, pushing back the oppressive aura that threatened to consume them.

Anya, protected by Kairos and Bren, channeled her celestial fragment in a different way. Instead of a weapon of light, it became a beacon of empathy, its energy resonating with the echoes of despair that fueled the King of Shadows. Images flashed into her mind – glimpses of forgotten dreams, of love lost and hope betrayed, the very wellspring of the entity's malevolent power.

Seeing this, the King of Shadows shrieked, a sound that ripped through the very fabric of reality. The whispers, once a symphony of despair, became a cacophony of confusion and doubt. Their cohesion, the very foundation of the entity's power, began to unravel.

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