At the same time, Terraen's face lit up with a brilliant smile. His small body erupted with a fierce, earthy yellow light—the pure, core power of this mountain spirit's essence.

Without hesitation, he poured all of his condensed earth energy—accumulated over countless years—into a thick, surging yellow torrent. It followed Cyran's blue pillar of light, merging with it as they both surged toward Dustin, buried beneath the ruins.

Two streams of power collided in him—Cyran's life force with years of cultivation, and the fire of his soul, combined with Terraen's purest, most elemental earth energy as a mountain spirit. Together, they flooded Dustin without restraint, a torrent of raw, overwhelming power.

"No…" the demonized Malthor roared, a mix of fury and disbelief.

His dragon claw slammed down, but it tore through nothing but the fleeting illusions Cyran and Terraen had left behind. Their bodies were gone, having poured every last ounce of themselves into that final act.

All that