As the battle raged on, Lyra and Kaida fought with all their might against Xandros's dark magic. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and smoke, and the sound of crackling energy filled the air.
Xandros sneered at them, his eyes blazing with malevolent power. "You fools," he spat. "You think you can defeat me? I have the power of the shadows at my command!"
Kaida lunged forward, her sword flashing in the dim light. Xandros raised a hand, and a dark tendril of energy shot out, wrapping around Kaida's wrist.
Lyra felt a surge of fear as Kaida struggled against the dark magic. She knew she had to act fast. With a swift motion, she drew her own dagger and plunged it into the shadows, disrupting Xandros's control.
The dark tendril dissipated, and Kaida was free. Together, they pressed their attack, their movements fluid and synchronized.
As the fight intensified, Lyra felt a strange energy building inside her. It was as if the moon itself was responding to her call, imbuing her with power.
With a cry of triumph, Lyra unleashed a blast of lunar energy, striking Xandros with a shaft of pure light. The dark magic recoiled, and Xandros stumbled backward.
For a moment, Lyra and Kaida stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion. But as they looked at Xandros, Lyra saw something that made her blood run cold.
Xandros's eyes seemed to be... changing. The darkness within them was spreading, consuming him from the inside out.
"What have you done?" Xandros whispered, his voice barely audible. "What have you unleashed?"
Lyra felt a shiver run down her spine as Xandros's body began to shift, his form contorting in ways that seemed impossible.
The darkness was consuming him, transforming him into something new, something terrifying.
And Lyra knew that their battle was far from over. The true horror was only just beginning.