The masked greatswordsman began his approach, his presence an oppressive weight that silenced the air. His steps were slow, deliberate, and each one reverberated with menace as he drew closer to the Archon.
"Protect the Lady of Fire!" a knight roared, breaking the spell of fear as a wave of them rushed forward, their swords raised high. Their battle cry echoed in the ruined hall, an anthem of defiance against insurmountable odds.
The intruder's response was ruthless and precise. With a single motion, he swung the hilt of his colossal claymore, driving it into the chest of the first knight. The impact sent the man hurtling backward, his armor crumpling like paper. Without pause, the masked figure spun his greatsword in a deadly arc, its weight and precision cutting through the air. Three knights fell in a gruesome display, their weapons clattering to the ground.