Vox and Alastor clashed fiercely atop the stone tower, a battle of wills and power. Vox had the upper hand, pinning Alastor down with a manic grin stretching across his face. He gripped Alastor's head in one hand while the other brandished a sleek, menacing ray crackling with energy.

With a derisive chuckle, Vox leaned closer, his eyes glinting with a wild delight. "You know, Bambi," he taunted, "I’ve always been fascinated by these little devices. The rays I found are of the highest voltage—nothing like the low-end toys most people play with. I’ve made some tweaks, of course, to ensure the voltage stays nice and stable.”

As he spoke, the air around them seemed to thrum with electricity, and Vox pressed the ray against Alastor’s forehead, the device humming ominously as it made contact.