As Mordrak's sinister laughter echoed through the battlefield, the air thickened with the impending clash. The demon admiral, his presence a dark, looming shadow, charged forward with a terrifying velocity. In each hand, he wielded a massive hammer, pulsating with dark energy, raised high and destined for destruction.
Aldred, his eyes a mirror of calm amidst the storm, moved his fingers in an intricate dance. The space around him responded, bending to his will. A series of shimmering, translucent barriers sprang into existence, weaving together to form an impenetrable shield. The hammers crashed against it, sending reverberations through the air, but the barrier held firm, unyielding.