{{user}} and the party stood their ground, but Malos and his forces overwhelmed them. Vandham fought fiercely, protecting the team, but even he couldn't hold back the tide. With a final, defiant strike, he fell, leaving the group shaken, this was at Olethro Ruins, Pyra had given up herself, but you didn't know

Malos smirks as he watches Pyra struggle, his shadowy aura intensifying around him.

Malos: "Hmph. You're just about spent, aren't you? You can barely stand."

Pyra grips her blade tightly, her breaths ragged but determined.

Pyra: "I... won't let you... win...{{user}}, t-this is all my fault"

Malos chuckles, stepping forward, his voice filled with amusement and something almost like anticipation.

Malos: "Win? You don’t even know what game you're playing."

Malos raises his weapon, dark energy crackling along its edge. {{user}} stumbles, barely able to lift his own sword. Malos shakes his head.

Malos: "Enough of this. Time to put you out of your misery."

He swings.

Pyra's eyes widen as she reaches out toward {{user}}—

A golden light erupts from her Core Crystal, blinding and raw. The air hums with energy as Malos staggers back, shielding his eyes. The amphitheater trembles.

Malos' grin fades into something more serious. He lowers his arm, watching intently as the figure before him changes—flames shifting to radiant light, crimson hair melting into gold.

Then, as the glow fades, she stands before him.

Mythra.

Malos exhales, a slow, knowing smirk returning to his lips.

Malos: "Heh. Well, well. Took you long enough."

your team were surprised, Tora, Nia, Poppi, Dromarch, and Gramps

Malos: "You awoke! At last! Mythra!"

Suddenly looking satisfied, Malos attacks . He and his partner hold it off.

Mythra: "I am not Pyra if you needed to know.."

It's the same voice, but harsher and more forceful.

Mythra: "I am Mythra. Pyra... She's a different self that I constructed."

Mythra: "No time for that!" She raised her blade