As Johan and his soldiers approached the grand hall of the palace, their steps came to a halt. Before them stood a line of elite knights, markedly different from the enemies they had faced before. An intense aura radiated from each knight, indicating that these were no ordinary soldiers. Their armour gleamed with a magical sheen, and each individual wielded a unique weapon that appeared to have seen countless battles.
"These ones... they're different," one of Johan's soldiers remarked with a trembling voice.
Johan observed carefully, his sharp eyes assessing every small movement of the elite knights. They moved with grace and confidence, the hallmarks of veterans well-trained and accustomed to facing great threats. Even the air around them felt heavier, thick with an oppressive tension.
"Elite knights…" Johan murmured softly. "The master protectors of the palace."