His movements blurred, the DreadBlade weaving in smooth, relentless strikes. Each clash rattled the chamber with thunderous force, dark shadows sparking against burning flame. The hall became a storm of fire and darkness, each blow leaving new cracks in the floor, each clash a battle of raw will.
At one point, the guardian slammed its glaive into the ground, sending a shockwave of fire rippling outward. The marble floor split, cracks glowing with magma.
Wuxie leapt into the air, shadows surging beneath his feet, and descended with a heavy slash. His blade struck the guardian's shoulder, cutting deep into molten armor. Ash hissed out like escaping steam.
The guardian roared in pain and fury, swinging upward. The glaive clipped Wuxie midair, hurling him across the chamber. He slammed into a wall, the impact leaving a crater in the black marble. Dust and sparks filled the air.
For a moment, silence.
