The clash of dark magic and steel reverberated through the fortress as Elara faced the shadowy commander. The air was thick with the acrid smell of magic and the roar of battle. Elara's eyes were locked on the commander, whose presence exuded a chilling, malevolent energy.
"You cannot win," the commander said, their voice a dark, echoing whisper. "The Shadow Shard's power is beyond your understanding."
Elara tightened her grip on her blade, her face set with grim determination. "We've faced darkness before, and we've always come out stronger. This fortress stands as a testament to that strength."
The commander's eyes glowed with a sinister light as they raised their hands, summoning a torrent of dark energy. Shadows coalesced around them, forming a swirling vortex of malevolent force. Elara braced herself, her blade crackling with magical energy as she prepared to counter the attack.