The black hands rushed toward them.

Lucien swung the Blade of Dawn.

A wave of golden fire exploded outward, destroying dozens of them.

But more appeared.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

They crawled from every direction, reaching for the three Lights.

"There's too many!" Lyra cried.

Seraphina grabbed her hand.

"Don't let go."

"I'm trying!"

The darkness pulled harder.

Lucien planted his feet.

"Stay behind me!"

The Void Heart laughed.

"You cannot fight forever."

The darkness surged forward.

Lucien's golden blade began to dim.

The Void was consuming its light.

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Outside the Void Heart, Nethros watched.

The black sphere had grown twice its original size.

The restored Guardian attacked it with his...