The blue light surged wildly through the hall as the energy of the Palantír grew increasingly volatile. The air crackled with an electric charge, and even the floor beneath them trembled slightly. Lorne slowly opened his eyes to see Saruman fixated on the Palantír, his gaze filled with both greed and caution. His hands moved in deliberate motions, as if guiding an indescribable force.
"This doesn't feel right…" Lorne muttered, his eyes darting toward Elyssa. Her expression was equally tense, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger, ready to act at a moment's notice.
"Saruman!" Doctor Strange's commanding voice cut through the tension in the hall. "What are you doing? We agreed to use the Palantír to find a way out, not summon some unknown power!"
