The air was heavy with tension as the guardian raised its sword high, the massive blade catching glints of the dim light in the arena. It prepared to deliver an earth-shattering blow, but then, it hesitated. A shift in the air—subtle but clear—alerted it to something behind. Pyris appeared out of nowhere, his sword raised, shimmering with a chaotic infusion of lightning and flame.
The guardian swiftly pivoted, swinging its weapon to meet Pyris' strike, but the Pyris in its sight burst into a cloud of pink and violet coloured mana.
An illusion.
From behind the veil of the dissipating mana, the real Pyris roared, his blade already mid-swing. A resounding clash erupted as the two swords collided, the sheer force of their collision generating shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield. Both were hurled back several paces, the guardian's massive frame skidding slightly, while Pyris slid gracefully, his dragon-infused aura holding steady.
