The air trembled as Pyris Obsidian stepped forward, the ground beneath him cracking under the sheer weight of his aura. Madness danced in his eyes, a battle-hardened fervor ignited by the thrill of an impossible challenge. His dragon lineage flared through him, raw power radiating like a storm ready to break. Despite the massive difference in their odds, Pyris showed no fear.
The fight would be difficult, almost unwinnable, but it was not in his nature to retreat.
Across from him, the Guardian stood silent and still, an overwhelming presence that seemed to absorb and command the surrounding space. Its divine aura emanated power so oppressive that the air felt thick, making it hard to breathe. It raised its sword, shimmering with spatial distortions, and the blade hummed with untold intent—a concept Pyris had yet to fully grasp.
