"Light shall surely banish darkness, and Middle-earth will usher in a new era, but there is no place for you there."
A voice came from behind everyone.
Following it was a sacred radiance that forced back the Dark power.
"Lady Galadriel!"
Everyone showed expressions of pleasant surprise.
Galadriel, clad in white, walked slowly, radiating a moonlight-like glow that made the surrounding Dark powers recoil as if burned.
The Eye, seeing Galadriel, its pupil constricted, and its hollow, cold voice became deeper.
"You always appear at the wrong time."
"No, you awakened in the wrong place," Galadriel stepped onto the scorched earth, ignoring the scorching of the demonic flames, and approached Sauron's Eye.
"Sauron, servant of the Dark Morgoth, here you have no power, you have nothing to rely on, no name, no face, no form. Return to the void to which you belong!"
Galadriel raised a crystal phial that seemed to contain stars, and from it, an incomparably dazzling starlight was released.
That was the crystal phial containing eärendil's light, which held powerful holy power and had a natural restraining effect on evil creatures and Dark power.
eärendil's light is the light of Eärendil's Star, the brightest morning star in Middle-earth.
Eärendil is Elrond's father; he wears the Silmaril crafted by Fëanor on his head and sails the skies in his white ship. The light of the Silmaril on his head became the "Star of Hope" for Middle-earth.
The Silmarils are sacred artifacts crafted by Fëanor, capturing the radiance of the two trees. They are treasures that even Sauron's former master, the Dark Morgoth, coveted, leading to the War between the Elves and Morgoth in the First Age.
The crystal phial in Galadriel's hand stored precisely the light of the Silmaril, which was also the radiance of the two trees.
Under Galadriel's full power, eärendil's light in the crystal phial unleashed its most potent holy power.
Sauron's Eye, illuminated by eärendil's light, was rapidly corroded as if by sulfuric acid, letting out a series of painful screams.
Cracks appeared in the Eye amidst the flowing light, and a shriek tore through the sky: "You will eventually fall into darkness!"
As the smoke and dust cleared, the Eye shattered, with only a dark red star-like ember shooting rapidly eastward, leaving a trail of sulfurous fire in the clouds.
Sauron was defeated once again, losing his power and fleeing like a wolf.
Galadriel, who had unleashed eärendil's light, also retreated, exhausted, and was promptly supported by Elrond and Gandalf, collapsing pale-faced into Gandalf's arms.
The crystal phial in her hand also dimmed.
"Lady Galadriel, are you alright?" Gandalf asked with concern.
Everyone gathered around, looking at Galadriel with concern.
Galadriel shook her head, her gaze fixed on the Far East, filled with worry: "Although he has been temporarily expelled, Sauron's spirit still lingers.
He could return at any moment!"
"This is already a very good outcome, my Lady," Glorfindel comforted, "Sauron suffered heavy losses this time; his form has been destroyed, and his power lost again. Only a wisp of his soul remains wandering, making it difficult for him to recover in a short time."
"Moreover, as long as the one ring exists in this world, Sauron can never be destroyed."
Elrond's expression was serious: "Sauron fled to the Far East, likely to hide back in his old lair, Mordor. We need to warn Gondor to be vigilant in the Mordor region."
Gandalf's gaze fell on the Orcs gathered outside Dol Guldur Castle, who scattered into the dense forest as Sauron fled.
"When those Orcs fled, they were dispersed yet orderly, retreating towards the northeast, clearly controlled by someone behind the scenes."
His gaze met Luke's, revealing a worried expression.
'I fear that after Azog's death, a new leader quickly emerged among the Orcs, which is not good news for us!'
Luke, however, didn't seem too concerned about these matters. He looked at Galadriel, whose face was still pale, and pulled out a Potion from his spatial pouch.
"Lady Galadriel, this is a soothing Potion I made; perhaps it can help you."
Galadriel did not refuse Luke's kindness and gave him a smile.
Luke almost got lost in that smile and quickly averted his gaze, silently reminding himself that she had a husband.
Seeing his embarrassed look, Galadriel smiled even more brightly.
She curiously examined the red Potion Luke gave her, then drank the entire Potion at once. The bitter taste made her frown slightly.
But the Potion's effect was also very obvious; a blush quickly appeared on her pale face, and she no longer looked weak and powerless.
"Thank you for your Potion, Luke, I feel much better!" A hint of surprise flashed in Galadriel's eyes; she hadn't expected Luke's Potion to be so effective.
And Luke was even more surprised; ordinary people only needed three drops of the soothing agent to recover.
But Galadriel had directly consumed an entire bottle's worth and only recovered somewhat.
Such a disparity made Luke secretly click his tongue in wonder.
Seeing Galadriel recover significantly, the others looked at Luke with even more surprise.
Elrond's gaze towards Luke became even more benevolent.
"The victory in today's battle against Sauron will surely be recorded in epics. Wizard Luke has made great contributions! If not for your powerful spell that severely wounded Sauron, causing his form to collapse, we would not have gained the upper hand and finally waited for Lady Galadriel to successfully banish Sauron."
The others expressed their agreement with Elrond's words, acknowledging Luke's contribution to this battle.
They even completely placed him on the same level as themselves.
But Gandalf still said with some concern: "Luke, although I may be overly worried, I hope you do not allow yourself to become addicted to the Dark Arts. Pursuing power is not wrong, but do not let yourself fall into darkness and become a slave to power."
Although the others did not speak, their eyes conveyed the same meaning.
The Avada Kedavra spell that Luke cast was filled with a strong Dark Arts aura, naturally, it could not escape the eyes of these powerful individuals. Luke was somewhat surprised and unexpected to hear this. He had originally thought that these upright figures would disapprove of his use of the Dark Arts, or even strongly oppose it.
He hadn't expected them to merely warn him not to become addicted to the Dark Arts.
"Thank you for your reminder, Gandalf, I will pay attention!" Luke nodded seriously.
He naturally knew that the Dark Arts were very dangerous, and excessive indulgence could change one's character and even distort one's soul.
The essence of the Dark Arts is to harm, control, or deprive life, and its power is closely linked to negative emotions (such as hatred, greed, cruelty, etc.). Prolonged exposure to such extreme emotions can gradually twist one's mind.
Moreover, the abuse of the Dark Arts can also cause visible damage to the user's body, making their appearance unrecognizable.
Just like those Death Eaters in the Harry Potter world, each of them had a gloomy, twisted appearance and a mad, cruel personality. Some, like Lord Voldemort, didn't even look human anymore.
The few people present were all knowledgeable and profoundly wise individuals, naturally able to see that Luke was not just giving a perfunctory agreement.
Thus, their gazes towards Luke became even more appreciative and friendly.
Throughout the long years, they had seen countless talented individuals go astray on the path of seeking power.
They did not wish for the person fighting alongside them today to one day fall into darkness or even stand on the opposing side.