Seraphael spread his wings wide. The light he radiated carried such intensity and pure power that it warped everything around him. Vibrations thrummed in the air, cracks formed in the ground, and small explosions echoed—each a manifestation of divine judgment.
Aeris and Asmodeus exchanged a glance. There was no hesitation now. They had emerged from the dungeon, carrying both curse and power within them. They could feel each other's strength, every breath reminding them of the lessons the dungeon had taught.
"This is it," Asmodeus said, his voice sharp and resolute. "Our final strike."
Aeris gripped Balmung. Her purple hair shimmered, and her glowing eyes cut through the darkness. "Together," she said.
Seraphael smiled, but the expression was no longer threatening—there was even a trace of surprise. "Your courage… did not sway me. But your power… is unexpected."
And he attacked. This time it was not just light, but a pressure that tested their very souls and wills. Each step warped the space around him, and a sharp energy sliced through the air. Aeris and Asmodeus stood side by side, meeting the assault. Balmung and Excalibur moved as one, two forces complementing each other perfectly.
Aeris lunged forward, striking Balmung against Seraphael's blade. Light exploded. Seraphael staggered back but could not stop the momentum; shadows radiating from Excalibur cornered him. Two swords, two powers—when united, they struck like lightning.
A flicker of shock passed over Seraphael's face. His sacred light began to fracture and crack. He tried to flee, but the momentum of their attack held him. Asmodeus and Aeris gathered their strength one last time. The cursed mana from the dungeon combined with the dark energy of Excalibur.
"This… ends now!" Asmodeus shouted. Black energy radiated from Excalibur. Simultaneously, Aeris lifted Balmung high—the sword gleaming like a dragon ready to strike. Light and shadow, curse and divine energy, swirled around Seraphael in a colossal storm.
Seraphael tried to move, but he was trapped, held by the force of their combined attack. "This… is impossible…" he muttered.
Aeris and Asmodeus struck together—two blades crossed in perfect harmony, generating a massive explosion of energy. Light and darkness collided with such intensity that Seraphael's form shattered. A blinding flash streaked across the sky—and then he was gone. Only silence remained.
Aeris held her breath. Excalibur and Balmung returned to their owners' hands. Asmodeus approached her. Both were exhausted, but alive. Their eyes met, sharing the relief and triumph of surviving the dungeon's trials.
Emerging into the outside world for the first time, the sun peeked over the horizon. This victory was not just survival—it was a triumph of will, endurance, and loyalty.
Asmodeus slung Excalibur across his back and took Aeris' hand. "We started together, we finish together," he said.
Aeris smiled. "And from now on… no price, no sacrifice will ever separate us."
Together, they walked forward. The darkness of the dungeon lay behind them. Ahead, a new world awaited. They now understood both curse and power—and that power was enough not only to keep them alive, but to change the world itself.