The tension in the room was palpable as Michael faced off against the guards who had drawn their long swords. Michael had only two choices: fight or flee. He knew he had the power to defeat them all, but he also knew that it would be a stain on his legacy if he fled the scene.
As the guards advanced towards him, Michael's eyes flashed with powerful energy, and a sudden gust of wind shot out from him. The force of the blast was so strong that it sent everyone and everything in the room flying. The candles on the table flickered and were extinguished, leaving the room shrouded in darkness. The chandelier above swayed violently before losing its light, plunging the room into complete darkness.
