READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The Battle for the Future
The skies cracked open as Eamon raised his hands, summoning a blinding light that would pierce the very fabric of reality. He called upon the Light of Valinor, summoning the divine force of creation itself. A beam of pure light shot from his fingertips, cutting through the darkness, and Tom's eyes widened in shock.
But he quickly countered, his own powers twisting and warping the light into something darker. He held out his wand, channeling the dark magic of Saruman, weaving an intricate web of shadow around him that blocked the light. The ground beneath them began to crack and crumble, as the ancient magics collided, creating shockwaves that reverberated through time and space itself.
"You cannot stop me, Eamon," Tom sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I am the master of the Old Magic. I will reshape this world as I see fit."
"It is not power you seek, Vladimir. It is control over others, and you are blind to the consequences," Eamon replied, his voice calm but filled with ancient wisdom. "The world does not bend to one man's will. It must remain in balance."
As they fought, the ground itself seemed to tremble beneath them, the very fabric of magic rippling from their conflicting energies. Eamon summoned the full might of his Gandalf-inspired magic—winds that cut through the air like blades, bolts of lightning that struck with the power of the gods, and barriers of pure light that pushed back the encroaching darkness. He was fighting not just for his own survival, but for the survival of the multiverse itself.
Tom, however, was relentless. The dark magic of Saruman surged through him, granting him the ability to manipulate the very laws of nature. He summoned shadow creatures that slithered through the trees, their eyes glowing with malice. He raised his hands, and the earth cracked open, releasing fire and smoke from the bowels of the world itself.
The battle reached a fever pitch, and just as it seemed Eamon might gain the upper hand, Tom released his final trump card—a blast of pure destruction, harnessing the darkest forces of Saruman and ancient magic. The blast threatened to obliterate everything in its path.