Power of the Array

Vesper's smirk widened as he flicked his wrist, conjuring a bolt of lightning that arced toward Drakor. Drakor raised one of his axes to intercept, the metal absorbing the electrical energy and grounding it harmlessly into the earth. Despite Vesper's taunts, Drakor's expression remained inscrutable, his eyes focused on his opponent with unwavering intensity.

Meanwhile, Londar's arrays continued to grow in complexity, the arcane symbols intertwining to form an intricate network of light and energy. The air around the pillar shimmered with the power of his magic, creating a barrier that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow.

"Almost there," Londar muttered to himself, his fingers moving with a speed born of desperation and necessity.