The silence that followed the explosion was suffocating. The forest was now eerily still. Adrius and Lysander looking around nerveously.
Lysander ran to stand beside Adrius. He clutched his staff tightly, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Is he dead?"
Adrius's eyes remained fixed on the scorched ground where Theron had been struck down. The seasoned Archmage shook his head, his expression grim. "I don't think he's going to die that easily."
They stood there, side by side, every muscle in their bodies tensed waiting for whatever might come next. The air around them was still full with the remnants of powerful Magic, the scent of ozone still lingering from Lysander's lightning strike.
Adrius's voice suddenly broke the silence. "Prepare yourself, Lysander. This enemy is more powerful than anything we've faced before."
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Lysander nodded with his heart pounding in his chest. If Adrius who clearly stronger than him and the most powerful Mage in the kingdom was this cautious, then the threat was indeed dire. He steeled himself, gripping his staff as he readied for the next attack.
Suddenly, a thick red mist began to rise from the charred ground. It swirled and coalesced then taking shape with an unnatural speed. The mist thickened and after that, it condensing into a humanoid form, then within moments Theron stood before them once more, his body reforming from the blood-colored vapor.
Theron's eyes gleamed with a dangeroud light as he look at Lysander, a twisted smile curling on his lips. "And who is this, Adrius? Your apprentice? That lightning attack wasn't bad at all."
Adrius's expression hardened. He knew they couldn't afford to waste any more time. This was a battle they needed to end quickly before Theron could unleash even more of his dark power.
"Lysander, attack now!" Adrius immediately commanded.
The forest was transformed into a warzone, trees splintered and caught fire, the ground cracked and scorched by the intense heat. The very air hummed with the overwhelming power of their assault.
Yet, Theron stood at the center of it all, his barrier holding firm against the onslaught, though cracks began to spiderweb across its surface.
Miles away, from the high tower of his throne room King Aethor watched the battle unfold. He stood with his advisors, their faces pale with worry as they observed the flashes of light and distant explosions that lit up the horizon. Each boom sent ripples of anxiety through the group, knowing that the fate of their kingdom hung in the balance.
"This is more than just a battle," one of the advisors muttered, his voice trembling. "This is a disaster!"
King Aethor said nothing, his hands gripping the windowsill tightly as he watched. His heart pounded with fear, but also with a deep trust for his two Archmages. He knew that Adrius and Lysander were the kingdom's best hope, but the sight of the battle made it clear that they were facing a powerful force that so strong that they have to fight it together.
Back in the forest, the intensity of the fight reached its peak. The ground below Theron had been obliterated, leaving a smoldering crater.
Adrius and Lysander continued their assault from above, but they knew that time was running out. They needed to break through Theron's defenses before he could counterattack.
With a final surge of power, Adrius summoned a massive inferno, a swirling vortex of fire that spiraled downwards towards Theron, while Lysander gathered all the energy he had left to send a lightning strike powerful enough to shatter mountains. The two attacks combined, crashing down onto Theron's barrier with unimaginable force.
For a moment, there was nothing but light, a blinding radiance that engulfed everything. The barrier cracked, groaning under the strain as the combined power of the two Mages threatened to tear it apart.
And then, finally, Theron who feel that he had enugh begin to attack.
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