Armandra's scream echoed through the chamber as the dark chain I had summoned continued to drain the mana she had been leeching from the dungeon. Her once-solid form flickered wildly, on the verge of collapse. The air crackled with chaotic energy as the dungeon's influence, which had fed her power, was suddenly pulled away, leaving her grasping for control.
"Draven!" she shrieked, her voice raw with a mixture of rage and desperation. Her body trembled as she tried to regain her footing, her mana unstable, flaring and flickering erratically.
"Keep her off balance!" I called to Elandris, sweat beading on my brow as I held the chain steady. "[Abyssal Chain] won't last long—she's too strong!"
