Eryndor felt the ancient magic coursing through his veins as he faced off against Malakar. The air was charged with electricity, and the crystals on the walls of the cavern seemed to be humming with energy.

  Malakar sneered at Eryndor, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You think you can defeat me?" he spat. "I have mastered the dark arts, and I will crush you like the insignificant insect that you are."

  Eryndor stood tall, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm not afraid of you," he said, his voice firm. "I have the power of the ancient magic on my side, and I will not be defeated."

  Malakar laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the cavern. "We'll see about that," he said, raising his hand to cast a spell.

  Eryndor raised his own hands, calling upon the ancient magic to defend him. A blast of energy shot out from his fingers, meeting Malakar's spell in mid-air.

  The two energies clashed, causing the air to shimmer and distort. The crystals on the walls of the cavern began to glow, and the humming noise grew louder.

  Eryndor felt the ancient magic surging through him, urging him to attack. He took a step forward, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.

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  Malakar stumbled backward, his eyes widening in surprise. "You're stronger than I thought," he snarled, raising his hand to cast another spell.

  Eryndor was ready for him. He called upon the ancient magic, feeling it surge through him like a river of fire. A blast of energy shot out from his fingers, striking Malakar with incredible force.

  Malakar stumbled backward, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll pay for that," he snarled, raising his hand to cast a final spell.

  Eryndor was ready for him. He called upon the ancient magic, feeling it surge through him like a tidal wave. A blast of energy shot out from his fingers, meeting Malakar's spell in mid-air.

  The two energies clashed, causing the air to shimmer and distort. The crystals on the walls of the cavern began to glow, and the humming noise grew louder.

  Suddenly, the cavern was filled with a blinding flash of light. Eryndor felt himself being lifted off the ground, his body suspended in mid-air.

  When the light faded, Eryndor found himself standing in a vast, empty chamber. The walls were made of a glittering white stone, and the air was filled with a sweet, musical hum.

  Eryndor looked around, trying to get his bearings. He saw a figure standing in the center of the room, its back to him.

  As he approached, the figure turned to face him. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as he saw that it was a woman, her hair as black as coal, her eyes as blue as the sky.

  "Welcome, Eryndor," she said, her voice like music. "I have been waiting for you."

  Eryndor's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the woman. Who was she? And what did she want with him?