The atmosphere was thick with tension. The aftermath of the guardian's devastating attacks on Alera lingered in the air, her weakened body secured and tended to by Zara and Seren in the distance.
But now, it was Pyris' turn, everyone held their breath, Pyris was stepping up to fight since he had to face both challenges.
He stepped forward, his footsteps echoing against the cavernous chamber. His golden fiery eyes locked onto the guardian with a glint of madness and unrelenting confidence, a battle-crazed determination etched into his sharp features.
The aura of a golden dragon surged around him, wild and oppressive. It crackled and roared with a golden aura of his golden dragon lineage, laced with sheer raw power. There wasn't a trace of fear in him—only the steadfast conviction that victory was his.
The guardian tilted its hood slightly, as if acknowledging Pyris' resolve. Then, its ominous dark aura pulsed, a warning to the challenger.
