As Shinon's shadowy tendrils coiled and twisted around him, he faced off against Stephen in the dimly lit chamber. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and the air seemed heavy with the anticipation of impending battle.
Stephen, battered and bruised, his once confident demeanour reduced to a mere semblance of its former self, clenched his fists and prepared for what he knew would be a desperate fight.
Shinon stood tall, his eyes fixed on Stephen with an enigmatic calmness. His shadowmancy abilities granted him an advantage, allowing him to manipulate darkness and shadows to his will.
It was a power that Stephen had underestimated, and now he would pay the price for his arrogance like his lackeys, whose bodies were strewn around on the floor.
