Lord Azazel's power

Arthur held the Trident of Doom in his hand, its dark and ornate design contrasting against the light surrounding him.

The trident emanated an aura of immense power, its wicked prongs shimmering with an otherworldly energy.

Lance gasped in shock, unable to comprehend how Arthur had acquired the legendary weapon. "Impossible! How did you get the Trident of Doom?"

Arthur met Lance's gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Fate has a way of bringing the right tools to those who need them. I'll explain later."

Lord Azazel, still recovering from the lightning strike, slowly rose to his feet.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on Arthur.

That lightning was no ordinary lightning, he thought. It was infused with unexplainable powers.

"That's him," Lady Lyra spoke quietly, her voice tinged with wariness. "That's Arthur."

Lord Azazel looked at her, his gaze piercing. He saw the tension in her eyes and knew that Arthur was the real deal.

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