The air hung heavy, crackling with the guardian's ominous energy. Pyris, still steady from his earlier recovery, stared down his towering opponent. His dragon aura flared around him, defiant and unyielding.
A divine mana began to pulse from the guardian's form, weaving into its ominous aura. Its fists, once coated in raw malice, now radiated with divine mana, the golden light laced with an almost unbearable intensity. Pyris' eyes narrowed as he clenched his fists. He hadn't expected this shift in the creature's power either but he was eager!
Before he could strategize further, the guardian struck.
The sheer speed of its movement was unlike anything it had shown before. One moment it stood still, and the next, it was upon him. The first blow shattered the ground where he had been standing just a second prior, sending shards of stone flying in all directions—or so it looked.
He didn't have time to think—only to survive.
