A man with a sword standing in front of a demon

In the ethereal mist of the grove in the moonlight, Look at the shadow warrior demon. Wearing obsidian armor，Blend seamlessly with shadows, He exudes an otherworldly presence. His helmet, A terrifying face similar to a demon, Cover his face, Shroud your identity in mystery. Dark, Soulless eyes penetrate the darkness, Exudes an otherworldly glow. With a fighting stance honed over hundreds of years of fighting, The Shadow Samurai Demon prepares to unsheath his black sword, Weapons forged in the depths of darkness. Every inch of him exudes an aura of power, This is a testament to his mastery of arcane. When he stands firm, Shadows danced and twisted around him, Merge with his form, It was as if he was one with the darkness. The air crackled with strange energy, Prelude to the upcoming Blade Clash. Do you dare to face this ghost warrior, Or will the shadows swallow you whole?