The God of Darkness laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. You are no match for me, he said. I have the power of the Dark God on my side, and I will crush you all.
The hero drew his sword, its blade shimmering with light. We'll see about that, he said.
The God of Darkness sneered, raising his hand. A wave of dark energy shot towards us, but the God of Light raised her hand, creating a shield of light that deflected the attack.
The battle was intense, with the gods fighting on all sides. The God of Water summoned a massive wave, crashing it down on the God of Darkness's minions. The God of Fire summoned a wall of flames, blocking the God of Darkness's attacks.
I fought with all my might, using the Dark God's power to its fullest extent. But despite our best efforts, the God of Darkness seemed almost invincible.
Just when it seemed like all was lost, I remembered the words of the wise old man. The greatest power comes not from strength, but from weakness.
I realized that the God of Darkness's power came from the Dark God's weakness, from his fear and his anger. And I knew what I had to do.
I stopped fighting, standing still in the midst of the battle. The God of Darkness looked at me, confused.
What are you doing? he asked.
I'm letting go, I said. I'm letting go of the Dark God's power, and I'm letting go of my own anger and fear.
The God of Darkness laughed. You fool,