The battle between Draven and the dark sorcerer was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The chamber was filled with the sound of clashing magic, the air crackling with energy as light and darkness collided in a struggle for supremacy. The Lightforged Blade gleamed with a brilliant, golden light, while the dark sorcerer's magic swirled around him like a living shadow, twisting and writhing as it sought to overwhelm Draven's defenses.
"You cannot defeat me, Dragon King!" the sorcerer sneered, his voice echoing through the chamber like a death knell. "The power of darkness is eternal, unyielding. You are nothing but a mere mortal, doomed to fail."