They returned to Eldoria, but Thornbrook burned. Varak's army—wraiths, trolls, drakes—besieged it. Thorne, Elara's mentor, rallied survivors, his wounds barely healed.
The companions charged: Finn's arrows rained, Mira's hammer felled trolls, Lirael's illusions sowed chaos among foes. Elara, amulet blazing, summoned earthen barriers and light blasts. Pyra descended from skies, flames scorching ranks.
Yet Draven emerged, wielding shadow chains. "The girl is key," he sneered, snatching at the amulet. Thorne sacrificed himself, shoving Draven into Pyra's maw. Victory came, but at cost—Thorne perished, whispering, "The crown... in Voiddeep's heart."
Elara grieved, but resolve hardened. "We end this."