The air crackled with energy as Raelan pursued Thalion through the twisted remnants of the battlefield. The aftermath of their previous clash still lingered, the ground scorched and stained with the remnants of violence. Raelan’s heart pounded, fueled by a mixture of fury and resolve.

Thalion darted through the rubble, the shadows of fallen structures casting eerie patterns across the terrain. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he turned to look back, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperation. The general had always been a master of retreat, but this time, he was not simply fleeing; he was running for his life.

“You can’t escape me, Thalion!” Raelan shouted, his voice echoing off the crumbling walls. “Face me!”

The shadows twisted around Thalion as he conjured a veil of dark energy, desperate to conceal his presence. But Raelan was undeterred. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a radiant light that pierced through the dark shroud, illuminating the area around them.

“I will not let you hide,” Raelan declared, his voice steady. The light swelled, cascading around him like a brilliant aura, revealing the contours of the battlefield and highlighting Thalion’s form. “You will answer for the lives you’ve taken.”

Thalion stumbled as he turned, realizing too late that his cover had been stripped away. “You think you can defeat me? I am a general of Zaros! I will not be killed by a mere nuisance like you!”

Raelan’s resolve hardened. “A nuisance? I’ve seen the destruction you’ve wrought, and I will see it stopped. For every innocent life you’ve snuffed out, I will take yours in return.”

With a sudden surge of power, Raelan lunged forward. Energy crackled in the air as he unleashed a torrent of light magic, sending a wave of blinding radiance directly toward Thalion. The general, caught off guard, attempted to summon his own dark magic to shield himself, but it was too late. The light engulfed him, searing through the shadows and striking with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Thalion staggered to his feet, fury igniting within him. “You think you can intimidate me with tricks? I will show you the true power of darkness!”

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Raelan, undeterred, conjured blades of pure light, their edges shimmering as they took form in his hands. “You’ll find that the light is far more powerful than you believe.”

With a swift motion, he hurled the blades toward Thalion, each one aimed with precision. The general dodged, barely avoiding the first strike, but the second found its mark, cutting across his arm and forcing him to his knees.

“Enough!” Thalion roared, summoning the full extent of his dark magic. Shadows swirled around him, coiling like serpents ready to strike. But Raelan was already moving, darting through the remnants of the battlefield with the grace of a predator.

“Your darkness cannot compete with the truth of light!” Raelan shouted, his voice resonating with authority as he weaved through the shadows. He called upon the elemental powers within him, mixing light and air, creating a tempest that tore through Thalion's dark constructs.

With a final surge of energy, Raelan lunged at Thalion, driving his sword of light through the general’s defenses. “This ends now!”

The impact reverberated through the air, and Thalion’s eyes widened in shock as the blade pierced through him. Darkness began to ebb away, and Raelan felt the weight of countless lives lift from his shoulders as he struck the final blow.

As Thalion crumpled to the ground, Raelan stepped back, feeling a mixture of relief and sorrow. “For every innocent you’ve taken, I will make sure your legacy dies with you,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction.

With Thalion’s defeat, the remnants of the opposing army began to retreat, their morale shattered. Raelan took a moment to collect himself, breathing deeply as he surveyed the battlefield. This was but one battle in a much larger war, and he knew that Zaros would retaliate.

Raising his voice so that all could hear, Raelan declared, “To all who have survived the tyranny of Zaros, hear me! Today marks the dawn of a new era! I will not stand idly by while darkness consumes our world. I call upon every survivor, every fallen race, to unite against this evil!”

His words resonated through the air, echoing off the remnants of the battlefield. “Together, we will reclaim our home. Together, we will rise against the shadows that threaten us all!”

As he stood there, the weight of his words settled over the gathered survivors—those who had escaped the chaos of Zaros’s forces. They looked to him, hope igniting within their hearts as they grasped the meaning of his declaration.

“I hereby declare war against Zaros and his forces!” Raelan continued, his voice steady and unwavering. “We will gather our strength, our allies, and we will fight back! We will not be forgotten, nor will we let our legacies fade into the darkness!”

The survivors roared in agreement, their voices rising in unison. Raelan felt their strength surging around him, a newfound purpose igniting a flame of hope.

In that moment, he knew: this was just the beginning. The fight would be long and arduous, but together, they would reclaim their world. Together, they would stand against the darkness. And Raelan would lead them, for as long as he drew breath.