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Jarvis s snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the once serene garden erupted into blinding radiance. An intricate web of magical formations activated all around, each brimming with incredible power and deadly intent.
From the earth, pure white spears shot forth like pristine javelins, their brilliance illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal glow. The air crackled with anticipation as the spears seemed to sing a symphony of impending destruction, each pointed tip honed to cut down anyone who dared challenge their might.
The sharp scent of freshly-turned earth mixed with the tingling essence of magic, filling the air with a heady concoction of nature and arcane energy. The soft murmurs of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze whispered secrets of the ancient garden, seemingly warning of the impending clash between formidable foes.