Chapter 21: The Battle of Light and Dark

The battlefield was now divided into two distinct realms: the dark forces of Voldemort, which swarmed with the might of a thousand dark lords, and Eamon's army of Light Lords, whose magic pulsed with the radiance of the cosmos. Each side, a mirror of the other, prepared for the ultimate battle.

Voldemort, his eyes burning with rage, faced Eamon and the Light Lords. He raised his wand high, summoning a torrent of dark magic that crashed against the light with unrelenting fury.

"You think these ancient fools can stop me?" Voldemort spat, his voice laced with venom. "I have transcended everything. I am more powerful than you can ever imagine. You cannot defeat me!"

Eamon stood firm, the power of the Ring of Merlin glowing brighter in his hand. "You are mistaken, Voldemort," he said, his voice calm but filled with an ancient authority. "You cannot dominate the light, for it will always rise, no matter how deep the darkness becomes."

The two armies collided, and the earth shook with the intensity of their magical battle.