The figure stepped forward, its eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. It was massive, towering over me with a presence that radiated power. I could feel the heat of its gaze, the weight of its presence pressing down on me.
"Alright, Eileen," I whispered to myself. "I can do it."
My sword trembled in my hand, the metal already starting to warp from the heat. I knew it wouldn't last long against this kind of opponent. The guardian's form was wreathed in flames, its body an embodiment of fire and fury. It raised a massive arm, and I barely had time to react before it swung down, shattering my sword with a single blow.
The pieces of my sword clattered to the ground, and I stumbled back, clutching my hand. The searing pain of the broken weapon was nothing compared to the fear that gripped me. I was defenseless, standing before a creature of pure fire.
