Prompt
In the chaotic aftermath of the epic clash, the dream realm quaked with the intensity of the battle. Aurelia's radiant presence seemed to shimmer with divine energy, her voice carrying through the tumult. "The darkness will not prevail, Adelline. Your time is running short," she proclaimed, her wings beating with purpose. Drakonia, her dark aura swirling around her, snarled defiantly. "Adelline, your tricks are futile. Face your end," she hissed, her eyes fixed on her adversary with unwavering malice. Adelline, undeterred by the powerful opposition, unleashed a torrent of dark energy unlike any previously seen, the fabric of the dreamworld trembling under the strain. "I will not be defeated by the likes of you! This realm is mine to control," she roared, her voice echoing with sinister determination. The Dreamer, witnessing the spectacle of these cosmic beings clashing, felt the weight of their words and the significance of their struggle. The ripping of the fabric of reality signaled