The grand hall, now illuminated by flickering flames and the remnants of Eamon's dark magic, was a scene of devastation. The air crackled with energy as Parker stepped confidently towards Eamon, his every movement radiating an air of casual dominance. His muscles rippled beneath his clothes, a testament to his immense strength and mastery of time magic.
Eamon, still reeling from the earlier battle, glared at Parker with a mix of hatred and defiance. His icy aura was unstable, the remnants of his magic struggling to maintain its potency. His cloak, singed and tattered, fluttered in the residual heat from Henry's flames.
"Alright, Eamon," Parker said, cracking his knuckles with a smirk. "Let's see how you handle a real challenge."
Eamon's eyes narrowed. "You think you can stop me? You're just another pawn in this game."
Parker chuckled. "A pawn, huh? Let's find out."
