With a deep breath, Lyra reached for the heavy brass door handle, her supernatural allies by her side. They had gathered from many realms and seen many battles, but tonight, they were united in purpose – to confront Arthur and reveal his true intentions. The door creaked open, revealing the grand entrance hall of Arthur's opulent mansion. The air was thick with anticipation as they stepped inside, each one ready to face whatever awaited them.The party was in full swing, and it was evident that no expense had been spared. Crystal chandeliers hung from gilded ceilings, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of mythical conquests and enchanting romances – an ironic backdrop for the dark storm that loomed ahead. Rich velvet drapes framed tall windows, allowing moonlight to filter through and play upon the shimmering surfaces of silverware and glassware."Is everyone ready?" Lyra whispered to her allies, her green eyes

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an array of pink and orange hues across the sky. The surreal beauty was a stark contrast to the once-dark realm that Lyra had been fighting to save. She stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean as the colors danced on its surface. Her heart-shaped face seemed to glow in the fading light, her striking green eyes reflecting the warmth of the scene before her. A gentle breeze whispered through her long, curly hair, freeing it from the loose braid she had fashioned earlier in the day. As the tendrils danced around her shoulders, they seemed to be liberated as well, much like the supernatural world she had fought so hard to protect. "Arthur is gone," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible above the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below. The relief was palpable in her tone, the knowledge that his malevolent presence no longer haunted her steps bringing a sense of peace she had not know