Eryndor, Aria, Lyra, and Kael crept forward, their eyes fixed on Malakai's throne room. The air was thick with the scent of dark magic, and Eryndor could feel the weight of Malakai's powers bearing down on him.

  As they entered the throne room, Malakai looked up from his throne, a sneer twisting his face. "Fools," he spat. "You think you can defeat me? I am the master of darkness, and I will crush you all!"

  Eryndor drew his sword, its blade shining with a faint, magical glow. "We'll never back down," he said, his voice firm. "You're a monster, Malakai, and it's time someone stopped you."

  Malakai laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the throne room. "You're no match for me," he said, raising his hands to cast a spell.

  Aria stepped forward, her eyes flashing with magical energy. "I'll take care of his magic," she said, raising her hands to cast a counter spell.

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  The two magical forces collided in mid-air, creating a spectacular display of light and sound. Eryndor took advantage of the distraction to launch a surprise attack on Malakai's minions.

  Lyra fought alongside him, her sword slicing through the shadows with deadly precision. Kael watched their backs, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the room for any signs of additional threats.

  As the battle raged on, Eryndor began to feel a strange sensation building up inside him. It was as if his magic was responding to Malakai's dark energy, adapting to the sorcerer's powers in a way that Eryndor couldn't quite understand.

  Suddenly, Eryndor's magic surged to new heights, unleashing a blast of energy that sent Malakai flying across the room. The sorcerer crashed into the stone wall, his dark energy dissipating as he struggled to get back to his feet.

  Eryndor's eyes widened in shock as he realized what had just happened. His magic had grown stronger, more powerful than he ever could have imagined.

  But as he looked over at Malakai, he knew that the battle was far from over. The sorcerer's eyes were blazing with fury, and Eryndor could feel the darkness emanating from him growing stronger by the minute.