Londar and Drakor felt the symbol's power waning with each of their combined strikes. The dark energy's lashing reduced to mere tendrils, flailing weakly in a futile attempt to resist. Londar's eyes blazed with determination as he directed the last surge of his mana into the crack Drakor had widened.
"Now, Drakor!" Londar shouted, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and triumph.
Drakor roared and brought his weapon down with all his might. The symbol shattered, releasing a final burst of dark energy that dissipated into the air, leaving the room clear of the oppressive force.
"That should do it," Londar said, breathing heavily. "We need to regroup with the others.
"Meanwhile, in the hidden chamber, Lyle continued his delicate work on the altar. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he concentrated on weakening the dark magic. Each counter spell he cast was precise, aimed at destabilizing the altar without triggering a catastrophic reaction.
