NOVEL NEXT Chapter 22: Chapter 22: The Final Clash
Eamon and Voldemort, each wielding unimaginable power, locked eyes across the battlefield. The surrounding wizards and warriors fought fiercely, their spells lighting up the dark sky in bursts of dazzling light and terrifying shadow.
Voldemort, wielding dark magic of unimaginable power, hurled spells of pure destruction, dark curses, and ancient hexes that tore through the battlefield. The air was thick with dark energy as he unleashed wave after wave of destruction, bending the world around him to his will.
But Eamon, standing at the center of the battle, could feel the energy shifting. He knew that the battle was far from over. With a deep breath, he summoned the power of the Light Lords, who gathered behind him, their magic creating a vast barrier of pure light. Eamon raised his hands to the sky, calling upon the Light of Valinor, the Ring of Merlin, and the ancient energies that flowed through the very fabric of the cosmos.
With a single, powerful motion, Eamon cast a spell of such purity that the very air crackled with its energy. The light surged forward in a radiant beam, piercing the darkness and striking Voldemort at the heart of his dark magic.
For a moment, time itself seemed to slow as the light and darkness battled for control. Voldemort's eyes widened in shock as the power of the Light Lords began to overwhelm him. His own dark magic began to falter, unraveling before the sheer force of the cosmic energy that Eamon commanded.
"This is not the end," Voldemort hissed, but his voice was no longer filled with confidence. "You cannot destroy me."
But Eamon's eyes burned with an unwavering certainty. "I will," he whispered, and with a final surge of magic, the Light of Valinor engulfed Voldemort, consuming the darkness and stripping him of his power. The thousand dark lords he had summoned were shattered by the overwhelming light, and their forms disintegrated into the void from which they had come.