''Light magic: Array of judgement.'' Jarvis chanted in a hushed tone, his aura erupting once more like a fiendish volcano.
As Jarvis chanted the incantation, his face contorted with a mix of fierce determination and grim focus. His eyes blazed with an otherworldly light, reflecting the power that surged within him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense energy he was channeling.
Simultaneously, his robes billowed around him, caught in the turbulence of his erupting aura. The fabric seemed to dance with a life of its own, as if in response to the torrent of magical energy unleashed by Jarvis. The once pristine and orderly attire now appeared like a battlefield flag caught in the midst of a raging storm.
In that fleeting moment, the air crackled with electricity as white particles of light materialized above Jarvis, coalescing into a pulsating pentagram that seemed to glow with divine energy, casting an ethereal glow upon the battlefield.
