In the evening, a faint glow illuminated the enormous stone room.
Han Moze stood in the center of the room and looked at the five hundred shadow guards before his eyes with a grin. "Tonight, you must think of ways to defeat me by all means necessary. If you all lose, then only death awaits you. Understood?" He said in his deep and resounding voice.
After the five hundred shadow guards heard what Han Moze said, sheer horror filled their eyes. They subtly clenched their hands tightly, then summoned their courage and loudly replied, "Understood!"
Han Moze unleashed a terrifying aura from his body, as he drew closer to the shadow guards one step at a time with a sinister smirk on his face. "Then, let's start!"
Having composed themselves, the five hundred shadow guards quickly and ferociously charged at Han Moze. They had to win!
