The night air hung heavy with tension as Shinon fought the burly figure shrouded in a dark cloak, wielding a polearm that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
The weapon seemed to have enchantments, which the man revealed after Shinon had given him a second chance.
Shinon, his face and hands concealed, watched with a discerning gaze as the leader gripped the polearm with both hands.
A surge of power emanated from the weapon, causing the air to crackle with an unsettling energy. The shadows seemed to retreat in the face of the polearm's mysterious might.
Shinon's lips played a subtle smile as he recognised the weapon. In a low, amused chuckle, he thought, 'So they've brought out my creations against me. But they seemed to have modified it a bit.'
