Marcus gripped the hilt of his sword, the blade feeling oddly heavier than usual, as if the weight of destiny itself had decided to settle in his hand. His eyes narrowed as the massive stone guardians advanced toward him, their heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble beneath his feet. He could feel the energy around him crackling, thick with the imminent clash that was about to unfold.
The guardians were unlike any enemies he had faced before. Their bodies were constructed from ancient stone, their limbs adorned with fragments of sharp metal, and their eyes burned with a faint blue light, as though they were animated by an unseen force. The air grew colder, as if nature itself sensed the danger that was rapidly approaching.
