Just when it seemed that the tumultuous events were subsiding, Gotham's attention abruptly shifted. His gaze locked onto a figure sprinting toward him, a sharp object gleaming in the intruder's hand.
"HAHAHAH! You have not been rusty, I presume!" The voice that rang out held a mixture of familiarity and taunting humour, causing Gotham to pause in his tracks.
"How did you pass the array?" Gotham demanded, his tone sharp with a blend of disbelief and suspicion. The sudden appearance of this figure, armed and seemingly unimpeded by the barriers in place, created a new layer of intrigue and uncertainty in an already chaotic situation.
"You see, the so-called Dark Lord can do more than just break some stupid array!" Valadmir's retort brimmed with confidence, his voice carrying a tone of superiority that cut through the air.
"You—"
