As the shadows converged, Sophia and Nuala intensified their elemental assault. Lightning bolts crackled and danced within the sanctified space, and water tendrils snaked through the shadows with liquid grace. The elemental duo, though wearied from the previous clashes, pressed forward, determined to withstand the renewed malevolent surge.
The remnants of the Demon King's malevolence, now more resilient than before, roared with a defiant fury. The tendrils of darkness surged forward, attempting to pierce through the stormy mist and the watery tendrils. The throne room, now a battleground of opposing forces, echoed with the tumultuous clash that transcended the mere physical realm.
