The atmosphere was dense with tension, every breath in the arena a weight that pressed against their chests. The hulking figure of the Guardian loomed like an unyielding mountain, its dark energy rippling in anticipation. Pyris Obsidian stood tall, despite the blood staining his lips and the tremor in his limbs.
His dragon blood with a hint of gold burned within him, his aura flaring with raw intensity.
The battle craziness in his eyes danced like wildfire, a reflection of his indomitable spirit. There was no fear, no hesitation—only purpose.
The Guardian moved first, its hulking form deceptively fast as it lunged at Pyris, its dark aura trailing like ominous smoke. Pyris matched its speed with his own, lightning-infused energy crackling around him.
Their first exchange was a blur of motion and power.
