Londar and Drakor stood before the ominous symbol, its dark energy pulsating with malevolence. The air around it was thick with an oppressive force, making it difficult to breathe.
Londar's eyes narrowed as he analyzed the symbol, searching for any weaknesses. Drakor readied his weapon, prepared to strike at a moment's notice.
"We need to destroy this quickly," Londar said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Drakor, focus your attacks on the center, I'll use my magic to disrupt its energy flow."
Drakor nodded, gripping his weapon tightly. With a powerful swing, he struck the center of the symbol. Londar channeled his energy into the attack, weaving his magic into Drakor's strike. The combined force caused the symbol to crack, dark energy spilling out like a wound.
