The battle between Blackie and Marcellus had reached a fever pitch, the clash of their powers echoing through the ruins of the city. Amidst the chaos, Aria and Eldric made their move, deciding it was time to join the fray and tip the scales in their favor.

Aria, known for her unique supporting abilities, stepped forward with a focused and serene expression. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, embodying the calm before the storm.

She closed her eyes, entering a state of deep concentration, and began to chant. Her voice, soft and melodious, seemed to weave a spell in the air, her words floating like leaves on a gentle breeze.

As she chanted, a soft, ethereal light began to emanate from her outstretched hands. The light, a visible manifestation of her power, glowed with a warm, inviting hue. It swirled in the air, moving towards Eldric and Marcellus like a gentle tide.

Eldric and Marcellus, feeling the approaching energy, turned towards Aria. They watched, a sense of anticipation building within them, as the light reached them and began to wrap around their bodies. The light embraced them, infusing them with enhanced strength and agility, a gift from Aria’s profound abilities.

Aria’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a glimmer of satisfaction as she witnessed the effects of her skill. "Feel the surge of power," she said, her voice imbued with confidence and strength. "Let this strength guide your blows and quicken your steps."

Marcellus, invigorated by Aria’s enchantment, felt a powerful surge of energy coursing through him. His eyes sparkled with a renewed determination, a clear signal that he was ready to turn the tide of the battle. "Watch out, Zombie! This isn’t like before!" he shouted, his voice booming with confidence and a hint of triumph.

His movements, already quick, were now like lightning - fast and striking. Marcellus charged towards Blackie, his every step leaving a small shockwave in his wake. His Thunder Armor, glowing more intensely than ever, crackled with vibrant energy, a testament to his heightened abilities.

As he neared Blackie, Marcellus’s expression transformed into one of fierce resolve. "This time, the tables are turned!" he exclaimed, rearing his arm back with purpose. His muscles tensed, showcasing his physical prowess, as he prepared to unleash his Thunder Strike, now supercharged with Aria’s magical boost.

Blackie, taken aback by this sudden and swift assault, found himself struggling to react. Marcellus’s enhanced speed had caught him unawares.

With a fierce battle cry, Marcellus unleashed the Thunder Strike. The air around his fist shimmered with electricity, and with a forceful swing, he released a torrent of thunderous energy.

The impact was colossal. Blackie, unable to evade in time, was hit squarely. The power of the strike sent him hurtling through the air like a comet, his dark form starkly outlined against the increasingly bright sky.

Eldric, keenly aware of the pivotal moment unfolding before him, stepped forward with a grave and determined look. His eyes were focused, and his stance exuded the confidence of a seasoned warrior.

In his hand, seemingly conjured from the very essence of his resolve, a greatsword materialized, glowing with a radiant, holy energy. The sword’s presence was not only commanding but also filled with a sense of divine purpose.

Eldric’s movements were a blend of grace and power as he raised the greatsword above his head. The holy energy intensified, converging into the blade, making it shine even brighter. "For the light, for Ascendara!" Eldric exclaimed, his voice reverberating with conviction and authority. "Holy Strike!"

With a fluid and practiced motion, he swung the sword down in a brilliant arc, aiming directly at Blackie, who was still midair from Marcellus’s powerful attack. The sword cut through the air, leaving a trail of radiant light in its wake.

Blackie, eyes widening in realization of the imminent danger, twisted his body in a desperate attempt to avoid the full brunt of the attack. But Eldric’s Holy Strike was swift and precise. The radiant energy of the sword sliced through the air, making contact with Blackie’s leg as he tried to evade.

Blackie, now on the ground, assessed the deep gash on his leg with a mixture of pain and surprise. The wound was severe, blood seeping out steadily. Yet, despite the obvious injury, Blackie’s face didn’t display a frown of defeat; instead, a smirk slowly formed on his lips.

"You are the first ones to make me feel pain," Blackie admitted, his voice laced with a mix of respect and excitement. His eyes locked onto Eldric. "It seems that your ability, connected to the holy element, is our weakness," he noted, his tone analytical yet unfazed.

"Now, thanks for the information," Blackie continued, his smirk widening. "Now, allow me to demonstrate my true capabilities." With a dramatic flourish, he activated the collar around his neck. The air around him seemed to pulse as an ethereal armor began to materialize, coalescing around his claws and fangs, sharply enhancing their deadliness.

Simultaneously, Blackie employed his dark element skill, Night Burst. The surrounding darkness seemed to seep into his wounds, and the strengthened nanobots in his body went to work. Within moments, the gash on his leg began to heal rapidly, his flesh knitting together as if the injury had never been there.

As the armor took shape, Blackie channeled his dark element skill, Night Burst. The shadows of the approaching night swirled around him, drawn to his wounds like moths to a flame. The nanobots in his system, invigorated by the darkness, worked furiously. The gash on his leg visibly closed, the skin seamlessly mending until there was no trace of the wound left.

Rising to his full height, now more formidable and threatening with his new armored form, Blackie relished the surge of power the night brought him. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, a clear indication of his rejuvenated strength.

With a mocking tone dripping from each word, Blackie taunted his opponents. "Well, it seems we’re just getting started. It’s time for round two, wouldn’t you say?" His voice, imbued with a mocking cadence, carried across the battlefield, challenging the Ascendants.