King Phenor watched the ongoing battle from the safety of his throne room, his normally calm demeanor giving way to mounting concern. The shadowy assailants, his elite Shadow Guards, were a formidable force, their combined strength nearly rivaling his own. However, their relentless attacks seemed to have no effect on the mysterious figure in the pitch-black armor.
As he observed the futile struggle, Phenor couldn't help but feel a growing unease. "This doesn't make any sense," he mused inwardly, his brow furrowing in consternation. "Those are the Shadow Guards, and yet they don't even seem to leave a scratch on that armor of his. It seems... I will have to step in."
With a heavy sigh, Phenor knew that the situation had escalated beyond what he had anticipated. He had hoped to avoid personal involvement in this conflict, but it seemed that the enigmatic intruder was no ordinary adversary.
