Leon stepped into the armory, the massive stone doors creaking shut behind him with an ominous thud.
The room was vast, lit by faintly glowing torches that cast flickering shadows across the ancient weapons lining the walls.
At the center of the room stood the Elite Abyssal Knight, a towering figure clad in dark, jagged armor, its crimson eyes glowing with an intense, malevolent light.
"Hm..."
All shadows looked the same, to be honest, it was just their appearance that was different: they were all completely black, with their figure's edges moving like waves, and with red eyes.
If you asked Leon, he wouldn't be able to recognize any of them even though he had fought dozens of them, all he really cared about were the Abyssal Fragments anyway since they were used as currency in this dimension to open the areas.
It wielded a massive sword, its blade covered in swirling shadows that seemed to pulse with life.