When Anya and Kael got near the ruins of Morwen's castle, a desolate, icy wind swirled across the barren land. Air hung heavy with the smell of rot and hopelessness, a real, concrete complement to the vibrancy that once was.
Kael: "This place feels... wrong. Dark."
Anya: "Morwen's influence has corrupted everything it touches."
The moment a person entered the fortress, as the footstep sound penetrated the quietness of inner areas. The air hung heavy with the stench of decomposition and the walls were adorned with ghastly tapestries of scenes of suffering and torture.
Anya: "She's waiting for us."
Kael: "Let's end this."
And there they finally arrived at the core of the castle, a big, dark energy room. Morwen stood at the other side, silhouette bathed in an evil light.
Morwen: "You've come at last, foolish lovers."
Anya: "You will pay for your crimes, Morwen."
At the foot of the inferno, the battle mounts between mystical forces takes the shape of ancient magical implements, clashing with one another. By sharing an imperishable and unbreakable love, Anya and Kael fought against an unyielding and passionate resistance. However Morwen was a terrifying adversary whose power was increasing at each passing second.
Morwen: "Your love is futile. It cannot protect you from the darkness."
Kael: "We'll prove you wrong."
Throughout the fight, the fortress crumbled around them. The earth ripped itself in two, fell in on itself, and as both of them impaled each other from the inside out, they succumbed together to a final crushing blow.
Anya: "We must focus, Kael. One wrong move could be fatal."
Kael: "I know."
Exactly when the current maximum spectral resolution was about to be reached, Anya exuded the energy of the artefact. All at once, a blinding flash of unnaturally bright light erupted from within the crystal sphere and engulfed Morwen, and black magic surrounded her.
Morwen: "No! You cannot defeat me!"
But it was too late. Morwen's power was extinguished, her dark reign over. The siege fell down and the ashen stoicism above (the country) at length began to lift.
Dusting off, Anya and Kael emerged from the wreck perfectly fine, but unchanged. They had defeated Morwen and hence been able to keep their kingodum from the coming doom.
Kael: "We did it, Anya. We won."
Anya: "Together."
As they kissed, a sense of peace passed between them. The fight itself was a win, but the wounds left in the soul, which run deep. Elysia lay in tatters, its inhabitants impoverished and its fate bleak.
Anya: "We must rebuild, Kael. We must restore hope to our people."
Kael: "Together, we can do anything."
With a renewed view of purpose, Anya and Kael put themselves to the task of rebuilding their land. Survivor networks joined forces to sow hope and then carried the pilgrim meeting to a more radiant tomorrow.
Although their love had withstood the journey of time—over the course of more than [at least], in fact, it had become a more glorious, luminous and than ever stand as light than ever used, on the opposite side of a tunnel of night.
[To be continued in part IV]
