The garden, usually a serene haven, was now shrouded in a menacing black barrier that pulsed faintly in the moonlight. Medas arrived, his chest tight with unease. Guards stood at a distance, their weapons useless against the dark force surrounding the garden.
"What is this?" Medas demanded, his eyes locked on the strange phenomenon.
One of the guards stepped forward, bowing his head. "We don't know, Your Majesty. It appeared out of nowhere. We've tried everything—fire spells, wards, even elemental magic—but nothing works. It's as if it nullifies all magic."
Medas narrowed his eyes, extending his hand toward the barrier. Concentrating, he summoned his telekinetic ability, a ripple of invisible energy surging forward. The barrier didn't so much as flicker. It stood defiant, unmoving.