The battlefield hummed with the resonance of the bell's toll, each ring a call of impending doom for Vesper. Londar's sword plunged deeper, its blade imbued with the same power that rang through the array. Vesper gasped, his grip on his staff loosening as he felt the arcane energy within him begin to unravel.
Drakor, though grievously wounded, watched with fierce satisfaction. His sacrifice had not been in vain; Londar was now poised to end this conflict decisively.
Vesper's eyes, once filled with confidence and malice, now flickered with fear. He struggled to conjure even the simplest of spells, but the relentless tolling of the bell disrupted every attempt. Londar's array was a masterpiece of magical engineering, designed to counter and dismantle the dark energy sustaining Vesper's strength.
