She was not alone. The Amber light of restoration surrounded her, but it was the cold, unyielding Steel armor forged by the dwarves that kept her safe.

A shadow-beast lunged, but a sudden flash of silver intercepted it. —the Musketeer—stepped in front, his armor sparking as he took the blow meant for her. He didn't just defend; he rallied. "For the kingdom! Push forward!" he roared, giving the others the strength to advance.

The battle raged, a blur of Amber’s healing songs and Steel’s crushing weight. joined the fray, a shimmering force of nature that cleared the way, his hook shattering the darkness with a single, brutal swing.

"They just keep coming," whispered a guard, looking at the approaching shadows. "Then we sing louder," Ariel replied, her voice steady.

Ariel saw an opening. She grabbed her voice, her song, and threw it into the sky. It was a melody of pure light, a "Whole New World" of possibility, washing over the battlefield and turning the tide.