Dara was shocked. How? How did the light being hold out for so long? Nothing had been able to withstand her mental blast for so long. Even if the light being's power made him recover fast enough to keep up with the strenuous damage being put to his brain, there was still the pain that's put on the mind - this element is intangible and only someone with the greatest of will and fortitude can hold out against what felt like a nuclear bomb in their mind. 

Meanwhile, Thy fought the monstrosity, giant against giant. Each blow sending a megaton of hurt, shock-waves that would send billowing plumes of dust across the horizon. Each giant would have pieces of themselves - rock or carapace and flesh - flying off as they got hit, but their recovery was almost instantaneous, the fight seemingly negligible. A sucker punch landed on Gershwin's face, and her world was spun around. The pain  was extreme and blinding, flashes of red and green obscuring her hexagonal vision, but her sight recovered almost immediately. Her sight came to the very bright sphere of lava surrounding by bars of light. 

Dara.

All efforts were now turned to killing her, the easier target. Thy knew this and grabbed whatever limb he could to hold her back. Gershwin sprouted more limbs to try and reach for Dara, but Terra Soldiers grew from the Terra Giant and crawled out to cut them off, like ants on a predator much greater than them. Soon Thy would spread his arms over and around him, like a vice that will absolutely not break if there was no leg room for Gershwin to move. 

It was now or never. Gershwin pulled even harder and ripping sounds could be heard. Gershwin flew free from Thy's vice, now nothing but a torso. As she fell forward, Thy felling backwards, she readied herself. Tendrils, spikes, thorns, the sorts, all aimed to pierce the ever-living shit out of Dara. 

Though her pain was not felt, everyone heard Thy's. An almost musical tone of pure misery, pain, and sadness. Crumbling and breaking, Thy's giant sunk back to the earth and the poor little Cambodian boy was there in the middle of a flat dirt field, crying his lungs out. All at once, it seemed as if the war was over. 

What once was Dara was killed and the molten lava sphere crushed in on her and incinerated what remained of her. Dara felt a new essence of power so strong entering him. It's as if... all his family's powers were now all in one naughty, naive, innocent little kid. Despite all that, all he could feel now was sadness.