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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.

The Guardian's lips, shadowed by its hood, curled into what resembled a smirk. The acknowledgment of Pyris as a challenger was almost patronizing.

Without hesitation, Pyris shot forward using Superspeed and with lightning crackling around him as he blurred into motion. A thunderous boom erupted in his wake, the earth shattering from the force of his acceleration. Infusing his movements with lightning and space, Pyris closed the distance between them in less than a second and struck with a devastating combination of punches and kicks, reinforced with the earth element to amplify the impact.

Each strike connected, sending shockwaves reverberating through the battlefield. Dust and debris swirled, masking their movements for a moment. When the air cleared, the Guardian was pushed back—its massive feet sliding several paces as cracks spiderwebbed underfoot.

Pyris smirked. "Not so untouchable, are you?"

But the Guardian remained unmoved by the taunt. Its sharp divine aura sharpened even further, the shift like a dagger to Pyris' senses.

The Guardian responded!

With a flick of its wrist, the Guardian's Spatial Sword carved through the air, sending an arc of space-distorting energy hurtling toward Pyris. The attack came so fast that Pyris barely had time to react. Superspeed and lightning allowed him to dodge the first slash, his form zipping out of harm's way just as the space where he had stood was torn apart.

The second arc followed immediately, faster and more precise. Pyris twisted mid-air, his time element briefly increased his perception to allow a narrow escape. But the Guardian was relentless. The third strike came faster than Pyris could comprehend. The energy slammed into him, sending him sprawling across the battlefield.

The impact was immense, the divine-infused space energy tearing through his defenses. Pyris skidded to a halt, coughing blood as he pushed himself to his feet.

The Guardian didn't pause. It charged forward, this time with its fists glowing ominously with dark divine energy. Its movements, defying its enormous size, were faster than Pyris anticipated.

"I have to counterplay," Pyris thought.

Before the Guardian could strike, Pyris activated his shadow and darkness elements all at once giving him even higher perception to the dark, phasing momentarily into the shadows beneath him.

He emerged behind the Guardian, delivering a solid blow with his earth-imbued fists, driving the Guardian back several feet. He followed with a lightning-infused uppercut, forcing the Guardian to raise its arms in defense.

The air snapped and roared with the sheer energy unleashed in their exchange.

But even as Pyris landed these hits, the Guardian seemed unbothered. Its divine aura burned brighter, and its adaptability became clear.

It was the Guardian turn for onslaught, the fight seemed to be going in phases which strangely didn't seat well with him. It felt as though it was letting him enjoy his time before it attacked.

More or less the guardian seemed to be in control of the fight!

The Guardian's next three attacks were devastating. It struck with precision and brutality, each punch imbued with divine energy that seemed to bypass Pyris' elemental defenses. The first punch narrowly missed, the speed forcing Pyris to phase into shadows again. The second punch grazed him, the mere contact sending him reeling back, the divine aura burning into his skin.

The third attack though—a sword attack—landed square in his chest. It was faster than the others, almost impossible to anticipate, and Pyris felt the full force of it. The impact shattered the ground beneath him, throwing him like a ragdoll into a nearby boulder. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips as he gasped for air. For a few agonizing moments, he couldn't breathe, his chest feeling as if it had collapsed entirely.

"This thing is so fast, I don't seem to get enough time to weave through it's attacks despite the many elements I have!" He thought.

The Guardian stepped forward again, its presence more oppressive than before. Pyris, however, refused to stay down. His life element surged within him, knitting his injuries as he rose shakily to his feet. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes blazing with renewed fury.

"You're good," he admitted, his voice hoarse but filled with resolve. "But you're not unbeatable."
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The Guardian tilted its head as if amused, its divine aura flaring brighter.

Pyris knew it had already begun adapting to his attacks. He couldn't rely on the same tricks twice. Worse still, he needed to conserve his strength for the next phases of the fight.

Pyris steadied his breathing and prepared himself. His void element, though imperfectly mastered, began to swirl around him, giving him an edge in speed and unpredictability.

The battlefield crackled with energy as the two combatants locked eyes once more. Pyris felt the weight of the Guardian's overwhelming power, but he refused to back down. He had learned something critical from their initial exchange, and he intended to use that knowledge to his advantage.

The Guardian raised its sword once more, the blade humming with lethal intent. Pyris clenched his fists, his aura flaring like an unstoppable storm.

The battle was far from over, but one thing was certain—Pyris wasn't walking away unscathed...

...Maybe not even walking away at all...

The Guardian lunged forward, its sword cleaving the air in a blur of motion. Pyris braced himself, his void and shadow elements coiling protectively around him. As the blade descended, time seemed to slow, the tension of the fight reaching its peak.

And then—everything went white. A cataclysmic explosion of energy erupted, blinding and deafening all at once. When the light cleared, the battlefield was unrecognizable, and Pyris lay motionless amidst the rubble. Whether he could rise again remained uncertain.

The Guardian stood tall, unfazed, its divine aura unwavering.

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