Whispers from the Abyss

The atmosphere inside the ruins grew tense, the weight of impending clash hanging heavily in the air. The four warriors stood resolute, their weapons gripped tightly in their hands as their unwavering gazes locked onto Enaruz. His arms lowered, Enaruz met their intense stares with a slight smirk playing upon his lips, exuding a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"How brave of you," Enaruz taunted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and disdain. "You know who I am, and yet you still dare to challenge me? Such foolishness." With a deliberate tap of his sword against his shoulder pad, Enaruz continued, his eyes shifting from Dadan to Jasem. "I am aware of the strength some of you possess, but to think you can stand against me... it is a futile endeavor."