Amy tightly grasped her hand, blue and purple lights fiercely colliding between them.
"Hold on!" Amy shouted, her voice nearly drowned out by the roar of energy, "We're almost there!"
At that critical moment, David suddenly leaped off the altar, sprinting towards the direction of the black vortex.
His figure became smaller and smaller in the wind and snow, eventually swallowed completely by the purple glow.
"David!" Amy's cry echoed in the wind and snow, but no one responded anymore.
The light on the altar reached its peak, then suddenly extinguished.
The distant black vortex also disappeared, leaving only a massive ice cavity as proof of what once occurred there.
The wind and snow gradually calmed, and the night sky returned to darkness.
The group stood silently on the altar, with only Liliana's faint sobs piercing the quiet.
Amy gazed in the direction where David vanished, her magic staff hanging limply by her side.
