With a deep breath, Albrecht steadied himself, drawing mana from the depths of his core. Energy crackled through his veins, resonating with the magic that permeated the Shadow Zone. He could feel the Scepter growing warm in his hand, the runes etched into its shaft glowing faintly in response. Around him, the mist seemed to writhe with anticipation, as if aware of the impending confrontation. Even the air seemed to grow heavier, weighted with a dark and ancient magic that lingered in every shadow.