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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.

It wasn't just fast—it was blinding, the first attacks was...a blur!

Pyris barely registered the shift in the air before the first strike slammed into him with the force of a meteor. He tried to dodge, relying on his lightning-enhanced reflexes, but the divine mana bolstering the attack made it impossible to predict.

The blow landed squarely on his side, sending him careening through the air. His body twisted mid-flight, a sharp crack resounding from his ribs. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, his fingers digging into the earth as he tried to stabilize himself.

Blood trickled from his mouth, and his breathing was ragged.

Before he could recover, the guardian was upon him again. The second punch, infused with even more divine mana, struck him in the stomach. Pyris' eyes widened as all the air was forcibly expelled from his lungs. His body convulsed under the sheer weight of the blow, and he was launched backward once more, slamming into a jagged rock formation.

He gasped for air, but his lungs wouldn't comply. His vision blurred, his body trembling under the overwhelming assault. He could feel the divine energy coursing through his system like poison, burning him from the inside out.

The guardian stepped forward one final time, its massive fist glowing with concentrated divine mana. Pyris could barely lift his arms to defend himself, but it wouldn't have mattered. The punch came down with an unrelenting fury, crashing into his chest and driving him deep into the earth.

A deafening silence followed the impact. Dust, lava debris and mana clouded the air as the sheer force of the attack caused the ground to tremble.

When the ground where he had fallen settled, Pyris lay motionless in the crater, his body battered and broken. The divine energy surrounding the guardian began to dissipate, fading into faint wisps of golden light.

The others rushed to Pyris' side, their faces etched with worry. Zara and Seren were the first to reach him, kneeling beside his battered form.

"Pyris! Pyris, can you hear me?" Zara's voice was frantic as she placed her hands on his chest, her healing magic flowing through him.

Seren's usually calm demeanor cracked, her hands trembling as she worked to stabilize him. "He's alive… barely," she muttered, her voice strained.

Pyris stirred, coughing weakly as more blood trickled from the corner of his lips. His eyes fluttered open, but he said nothing, his expression distant.

Behind them, the guardian silently retrieved its fallen gauntlets and sword. It stood tall, its presence still as imposing as ever. Slowly, it turned toward the group, its gaze settling on Pyris.

There was something in its eyes—an emotion, fleeting but undeniable. Pyris noticed it even through the haze of his pain. It wasn't just malice; it was something deeper, more deliberate.

The guardian's aura shifted briefly before it turned away, walking back to its place near the center of the chamber. Pyris' mind raced despite his broken state.
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The attacks had been aimed to kill—there was no mistaking that.

Yet, the way the guardian carried itself now… it felt almost like it was acting on someone's orders. Pyris shook his head slightly, his thoughts muddled.

'Am I overthinking this?' he wondered. 'Or was there really someone pulling the strings behind this? Let's not complain and win like a kid. This is no forgiving world. Kill or be killed!'

He clenched his fists weakly, forcing himself to stay awake. The flicker of emotion he'd seen in the guardian's eyes haunted him. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over.

And truthfully? He was anticipating their next encounter.

As Zara and Seren worked tirelessly to heal his injuries, Pyris remained quiet. His allies bombarded him with questions.

"What were you thinking, taking it head-on like that?" Seren demanded. "You could've died!"

"What happened during the fight? After it used the divine mana, did you pick up something?" Zara asked, her voice tinged with both concern and frustration.

"Did you see something? Pyris, talk to us!" Seren pleaded.

But Pyris didn't respond. He barely acknowledged their words, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. His mind was elsewhere, focused solely on the notifications that appeared before him.

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[System Notifications]

Ding. First Mission Accomplished.

Mission: Survive the divine attacks of the labyrinth's first-layer guardian.

Rewards being distributed.

Anti-Divine Mana Information Unlocked.]

The words burned themselves into his mind as he read the next line carefully, his heart pounding despite his weakened state.

[Anti-Divine Mana: Known as the energy capable of nullifying divine powers, Anti-Divine Mana—or God-Slayer Mana—is a force that transcends mortal comprehension. It is a power wielded only by beings capable of slaying gods themselves. Few in history have ever mastered its use, and fewer still have survived the weight of its immense potential.]

Pyris' eyes widened slightly as he absorbed the information. God-Slayer Mana—a force that could challenge even the mightiest of beings.

His battered body trembled, not from pain, but from the realization of what this meant. If he could master this power, he wouldn't just survive the guardian. He'd have the means to face whatever forces lay beyond it.

As his allies continued to tend to him, Pyris' lips curled into a faint smirk.

This was only the beginning. The real start of his journey!