As the obelisk crumbled, the Nexus collapsed around them. The Rift Entity’s form flickered, its power draining rapidly. Damien stood before it, Ebonfang pulsing with celestial energy.

The Entity’s voice was faint now, its arrogance replaced with something resembling fear. “You… cannot stop the cycle…”

Damien raised Ebonfang, channeling all his remaining strength. “Your cycle ends here.”

With a final, powerful strike, Damien drove Ebonfang into the Entity’s core. The blade’s celestial energy surged, consuming the Entity in a blinding light.

The explosion of energy filled the chamber, and for a moment, there was only silence.

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AFTERMATH

When the light faded, the Nexus was gone. The Rift Entity had been destroyed, and the chamber was eerily quiet. Damien and his team stood together, their breaths heavy but their spirits unbroken.

“It’s over,” Lyra said, her voice soft.

Damien nodded, though the weight of their journey still lingered. “For now.”

They emerged from the ruins to the cheers of the Valdris army. The war against the Rifts had been won, but the scars it left would take time to heal.

As they stood together, Damien looked toward the horizon. The battle had been won, but he knew that peace would require vigilance.

The light had triumphed over the darkness, and the Blade Ascendant stood ready to protect their world from whatever challenges lay ahead.