Malakai, the dark sorcerer, stood in front of a large, ornate mirror, gazing at his reflection. He was a tall, lean man with piercing black eyes and jet-black hair that fell to his shoulders.

  As he gazed into the mirror, Malakai's eyes seemed to bore into his own soul, searching for any weakness or doubt. But there was none. He was convinced of his own power and destiny.

  Malakai's thoughts turned to Eryndor, the young sorcerer who had been chosen to wield the ancient magic. He sneered at the thought of Eryndor, confident that the young sorcerer was no match for his own power.

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  But Malakai knew that he couldn't underestimate Eryndor. The young sorcerer had already shown surprising strength and determination. Malakai would need to be careful, to plan his next move carefully.

  As he pondered his next step, Malakai's eyes fell upon a small, leather-bound book that lay on a nearby table. The book was bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shift and writhe in the candlelight.

  Malakai's eyes lit up with excitement as he reached for the book. This was the key to his plan, the secret to unlocking the ancient magic that would give him the power to conquer the entire realm.