The ancient library erupted into chaos as the battle commenced with explosive fury. Lightning crackled and danced desperately across the circular room, illuminating the towering walls of forgotten tomes in brilliant flashes of electric blue. The very air itself seemed to vibrate with raw energy as the group found themselves locked in fierce combat with their armored adversary.
Aziel was in the middle of an attack, his eyes blazing with that familiar manic intensity as he drew back his arm. With a grunt of effort, he hurled his lightning-wreathed spear like a guided missile across the dusty expanse of the library. The weapon cut through the air with deadly precision, crackling energy trailing behind it like a comet's tail. The spear's trajectory was perfect, aimed directly at the center of the animated armor's chest.
