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Pyris used the moment to regain his footing, his confidence unwavering despite the overwhelming odds.

The guardian's aura sharpened again, the pressure growing. It raised its sword, and Pyris braced himself. He could feel it in his bones—the next exchange would push him to the edge. But he was ready.

"Round two," Pyris said, his voice carrying both determination and a hint of madness.

The air grew colder, as if even the elements themselves were stifled under the guardian's overwhelming presence. Its ominous dark aura flared, twisting reality around it, swallowing what little light dared shine in its space. The battlefield seemed to shrink under the weight of the guardian's oppressive force.

Shadows writhed on the walls, alive with malice.

Pyris stepped forward, his shoulders squared and his draconic aura flaring around him like a tempest. The madness in his eyes burned brighter, his lips curling into a battle-hungry grin. His essence crackled with raw, primal power—the power of a dragon unchained.

He could feel his heartbeat roaring in his chest, the challenge fueling his very being.

"Let's do this," Pyris muttered to himself, his voice low yet brimming with determination. He glanced over his shoulder at the others.

Nysa stood still, arms crossed, her expression as unreadable as the void. Zara, however, leaned forward, her intense black eyes fixed on him, almost daring him to falter. The younger ones—Alexa, Seren, and Lyra—were pale with worry, their hands clutching each other tightly.

Then came the sound—a low, guttural chuckle reverberating from the guardian.

The hooded monstrosity tilted its head, as if amused by the challenge Pyris presented. The smile visible beneath its hood widened, jagged and cruel.

It was as if it hadn't expected him to reach this far.

Without warning, Pyris moved. His body became a blur of lightning-infused speed, the ground beneath his feet exploding as he launched forward. A trail of light and crackling energy followed him. Pyris twisted in mid-air, summoning the earth beneath to erupt into jagged spikes aimed at the guardian's towering form.

Simultaneously, his fist, blazing with a fusion of lightning and raw dragonic power, struck the guardian's side.

The impact was deafening. The arena shook violently, cracks spiderwebbing across the ground and walls. The guardian stumbled, its massive frame taking three heavy steps backward. It was more than anyone had pushed it so far.

A flicker of surprise—anger—flashed in its malevolent aura.

Pyris didn't relent. His fists became blurs of destruction as he infused lightning into every strike. He tore through the air like a storm given form, unleashing devastating blows on the guardian. With every punch, the arena filled with shrapnel and lightning, the sheer force creating a thunderous cacophony that rattled even the bones of those watching.

Lyra gasped, clinging to Alera's arm. "Is… is he actually pushing it back?" she whispered, hope briefly sparking in her wide eyes.

But Nysa, standing still as a statue, smirked faintly. "Don't celebrate yet, child. The real fight hasn't even begun."

As if on cue, the guardian shifted. Its aura sharpened into something almost tangible—razor-edged and suffocating. The spikes Pyris had summoned from the earth crumbled into dust as the guardian's dark energy overwhelmed them. Its massive fists clenched, black, ominous energy pooling around them.

The ground beneath it cracked, as if unable to bear the weight of its growing power. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

The guardian didn't roar or shout. Instead, with one fluid motion, it stepped forward and unleashed a punch. The air screamed as the dark-coated fist surged toward Pyris. He moved, lightning coursing through his body, his speed carrying him to safety just as the punch obliterated the spot he'd been standing in.

The ground caved in, a crater left in its wake, black energy sizzling at its edges.

But there was no time to breathe. The guardian was relentless. Another punch came, then another sword slash, each one faster than the last, each carrying the weight of annihilation. Pyris dodged with razor-thin precision, the dark energy brushing his skin, leaving it tingling and raw even as he avoided direct contact.

Then came the third strike. It was faster—much faster—than the others.

"The bastard can use both fists and the sword at the same time."

Pyris didn't see it until it was too late. The guardian's massive fist collided with his chest, a wave of dark energy exploding outward on impact. Pyris was flung across the room like a broken doll, his body slamming into the far wall with a sickening crunch.

Alexa screamed. Lyra covered her mouth, eyes wide with horror. Even Zara's confident smirk wavered, her hand twitching as if she wanted to intervene but knew she couldn't.

Pyris slid to the ground, coughing violently. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for air, the impact having knocked the wind out of him. His vision blurred momentarily, but the fire in his eyes didn't dim. Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself to his feet.

The guardian didn't move. It stood tall and imposing, watching him as if evaluating whether he was worth finishing off. Its dark aura pulsed, as if mocking him.

Pyris wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving. "That's… all you've got?" he spat, forcing a grin despite the pain. His draconic aura flared again, this time brighter, more focused.

The wounds on his body began to heal, his life energy surging as he drew on his dragonic vitality.

Zara's lips curled upward once more, her eyes narrowing. "Now he's serious?" she murmured, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"I-Is he okay?" Seren stammered, looking to Nysa for reassurance. But Nysa didn't answer. Her emerald eyes remained locked on Pyris, studying him with an intensity that betrayed her intrigue.

Pyris cracked his neck, the madness in his eyes returning tenfold. "Alright, big guy," he muttered, his voice low but dripping with determination. "Let's dance."

The guardian's aura shifted again. It nodded, as if acknowledging Pyris' resolve. The brief moment of understanding between warrior and monster was unsettling, but Pyris didn't flinch.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

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