The corridor was a cacophony of destruction as Darlington faced Franklin and his accomplices in a fierce battle. Each strike from Darlington sent shockwaves through the air, his movements precise and calculated as he parried and countered their relentless assaults. Franklin's dark flames roared like a consuming beast, the middle-aged woman's tattered robes billowed with a sinister wind, and the young boy's deathly aura made each of his attacks a lethal threat.
For a time, Darlington held his ground, his immense power keeping them at bay. But the combined efforts of the three began to chip away at his momentum. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face as Franklin's scorching flames forced him to dodge, leaving an opening that the boy exploited with a razor-sharp arc of dark energy. Darlington deflected it narrowly, but the impact sent him sliding backward.
