With a roar of laughter and a wave of his hand, Necromoon began the assault, hurling a wave of dark energy at the Alliance.

The group scattered, barely dodging the wave of dark energy.

Kurovika, quick as ever, swiftly dodged the assault, her body moving with agility. Svenja, with a surprising display of reflexes, ducked to the side, avoiding the blast. Meanwhile, Draley, Reagan, and even Evelynn barely evaded the attack, their hearts pounding with adrenaline.

Necromoon watched their frantic evasion with a hint of amusement.

"Ah, how cute... You manage to dodge the initial attack. But let's see how long you can keep up with my power."

The dark lord hurled another wave of dark energy, this time with even more potency.

The group, now more alert, tried to dodge the second wave, but the power behind it was greater.

Kurovika, her agility and speed proving effective once more, barely managed to evade the attack, the darkness grazing her side. Svenja and Draley, despite their best efforts, were caught by the edges of the blast, sent stumbling back forcefully.

Reagan, still new to this, stumbled and fell backwards, while Evelynn, her Corrupted Eye flaring, had slightly less difficulty.

Necromoon chuckled, his amusement growing.

"Ah, how predictable. You're already starting to falter. How long before you realize the hopeless situation you're in, children?”

Necromoon, his smirk widening, taunted.

"Exhausted, eh? How adorable. You have spirit, I'll give you that. But spirit alone won't win against me. I've seen countless heroes and warriors come and go, all with the same spark of determination that you possess. And all of them have fallen before me. What makes you think you're any different?"

He raised his hand again, preparing another attack.

The Alliance, their eyes fixed on Necromoon, waited for his next move, their limbs trembling slightly from the previous attacks.

Kurovika, her gaze never leaving Necromoon, gritted her teeth. "We may be exhausted, but we can do this. We've come too far to back down now."

Svenja, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice, added, "Don't underestimate us because we're young. We've got more fight in us than you think.”

Necromoon's smile grew wider.

"Ah, how inspiring. Your little pep talk is quite amusing, really. You truly believe you can prevail, don't you? Well, let's see how long that optimism lasts when you're crushed under the weight of my onslaught."

With a flick of his wrist, he launched a series of dark energy projectiles at the group.

The projectiles, moving at rapid speed, forced the Alliance to split up. They dodged and weaved, their movement hindered by fatigue. Svenja, in a last-ditch effort, used her wind magic to deflect one projectile, but it cost her a significant amount of energy, leaving her panting.

Reagan, still struggling to catch up to the others, narrowly dodged the projectiles, his heart racing with anxiety.

Draley, her agility the only thing keeping her in the fight, dodged the projectiles with a mixture of skill and luck. However, one of the projectiles grazed her arm, leaving a shallow cut.

Kurovika, moving with her signature grace, avoided the projectiles, but the constant movement was taking a toll on her agility. Her movements had become slightly slower.

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Evelynn, with her Corrupted Eye acting as a sort of sixth sense, was the most successful at dodging the projectiles, her corrupted senses guiding her movements. But even she could feel the strain of the constant evading.

Necromoon observed their evasion, his pleasure obvious.

"Ah, how amusing. You are quite tenacious, I must admit. But I see the fatigue setting in. How long do you think you can keep this up? Until you're all worn out and defenseless before me?

The Alliance, panting and slightly wounded from the constant dodging, gritted their teeth and stood their ground.

Kurovika, her smirk returning, retorted, "Don't count on it, Necromoon. We're not about to give up that easily."

Svenja, her voice trembling, added, "We'll keep going as long as it takes.”

Necromoon chuckled darkly.

"So much determination. And yet you fail to realize the inevitable. I am the embodiment of darkness, the harbinger of your doom. You can dodge and evade all you want, but the exhaustion is slowly taking its toll. So go on, keep fighting if you so desire. It'll only make your defeat even more delicious."

Necromoon fired a beam of Darkness at the others, but Draley put up a magic circle in front of them, reflecting it back to Necromoon.

Necromoon, caught off guard by the reflected attack, stumbled backward. The unexpected reflection had actually hurt him.

He let out a low growl, his smirk faltering momentarily.

"Impressive. I suppose I underestimated the power of your reflection magic. But that was just a taste. Do you truly think you can withstand the full might of my power?”

The Alliance, seeing Necromoon's moment of weakness, felt a flicker of hope.

Kurovika, her smirk growing, took the opportunity. "Looks like we made you sweat a little. And if a simple reflection can do that, imagine what we could do if we really go all out.”

Necromoon shrugged with a snort.

"Bah, don't get cocky. That was just a moment of surprise. I'm far from feeling threatened. You've landed a blow, I'll give you that, but it's not enough to make a dent in my power. Let's see if you can keep it up."

He raised his hand, dark energy already gathering in his palm. Draley conjured her staff, holding it high in the air. She amplified the dark mass in his hand and the group watched as it exploded on himself.

Necromoon, caught off guard by his own attack backfiring, stumbled backward again, this time with greater force. The dark energy, amplified by Draley, was even more powerful and had caught him by surprise.

He grunted, glaring at the Alliance members.

"Insolent brats! I didn't think you'd be so cheeky as to turn my own power against me!”

The Alliance, for the first time, felt a sense of satisfaction that they had actually managed to land a significant blow on Necromoon. Their spirits lifted a bit, their determination renewed.

Svenja, her smirk returning, called out, "How does it feel to taste ye own power, Necromoon? Not so pleasant, eh?”

Necromoon grumbled as he struggled to regain his composure.

"Shut up, brat! Don't think for a minute that you've won. I'm just getting started. You'll all fall before my might, no matter how cheeky you are."

A dark aura flared around him, his anger and power growing.

The Alliance, feeling the shift in Necromoon's power, braced themselves, their spirits still high.

Kurovika, smug grin still in place, called out, "Big talk for someone who just got a taste of their own medicine. Are you sure you can back that up?”

Necromoon, his anger now boiling, snarled.

"You insolent, foolish children. You think this is a game? I am Necromoon, the most powerful dark lord in the world! I have conquered entire lands and crushed far greater heroes than you. You think a bit of reflection magic and cheeky banter can defeat me? You've got another thing coming!"

A massive wave of dark energy pulsated from his body, expanding towards the Alliance and blocking their vision.

The Alliance, taken aback by the sudden surge in Necromoon's power, shielded their eyes as the dark energy wave assaulted them, their forms barely visible through the darkness.

Kurovika, her confident smirk fading, shouted over the roar of power. "This isn't just a simple attack, everyone! Be ready!"

Svenja, her voice trembling but still determined, called out, "We have to stay together. We can't let ourselves get separated!”

As the darkness began to disperse, Draley noticed that Necromoon's Darkness and aura was nowhere to be found in the dark mist.

The Alliance, their eyes adjusting to the fading darkness, looked around for Necromoon, their vigilance on high alert.

Svenja, her heart hammering in her chest, called out, "Where is he? I can't see him anywhere."

Draley, her eyes darting around the area, added, "If Necromoon is anything, it's a coward. I wouldn't put it past him to flee from this battle to recuperate and try again when the odds are in his favor.”

As the last of the darkness faded, the Alliance realized that Necromoon was nowhere to be found. The area around them was silent, the absence of their enemy eerie.

Svenja, her voice tinged with disappointment, muttered, "Damn it, he's probably gone to lick his wounds and recover. We didn't finish him off when we had the chance.”

Kurovika, her disappointment mirroring Svenja's, grumbled.

"Sheesh, he really is a coward. He runs away the moment he can't win. Typical of an ‘almighty dark lord’."

Draley, ever the realistic one, added, "He's not just cowardly. He's cunning. He's gone to plan his next attack, and it'll likely be more powerful considering he's got time to prepare now.”

The Alliance, their initial hope slowly fading, realized the truth in Draley's words. Necromoon's retreat was not random, but a strategic move to regroup and come back stronger.

Svenja, her face falling, muttered, "Great, so now we have to deal with an even more dangerous Necromoon next time. Wonderful."

Reagan looked over to Evelynn, whose Corrupted Eye was suddenly brimming with Darkness, a familiar aura radiating from her as she struggled to stand.

The Alliance, their attention turned to Evelynn, watched with alarm as Darkness emanated from her Corrupted Eye.

Kurovika, recognizing the familiar aura, called out, "What is that? Is that Darkness coming from her eye? Why now of all times?"

Svenja, concern etched across her face, moved to Evelynn's side, trying to steady her. "Hey, you okay? What's happening with your eye?”

Evelynn, her Corrupted Eye radiating an even stronger aura of Darkness, looked up at Svenja, her expression contorted in pain.

"He's...trying to possess me...through...my eye... I'm...I'm losing control..."

As she spoke, her Corrupted Eye pulsated with a deeper shade of black, and her body started trembling more violently.

The alliance, their fear growing, could only watch helplessly as Evelynn struggled against Necromoon's possession.

Kurovika, her fear mixing with anger, clenched her fists. "Damn it! He's using her Corrupted Eye to try and take control of her. We need to do something, fast."

Svenja, her voice shaking, tried to hold onto Evelynn's shoulder, hoping the physical contact could somehow bring her back. The alliance could only watch helplessly as Evelynn struggled against Necromoon's possession.