He drove forward, shadows screaming like a storm. The Guardian swung wildly, flames roaring higher. But Lindarion was faster. He blurred through fire, his blade a streak of void and lightning.
The strike landed dead center, piercing the black sun.
The Guardian froze. Cracks spidered across its entire frame, ember light bursting through every seam. Then, with a shuddering groan, it collapsed backward into the pit.
Flame whooshed upward, then died. The chamber fell silent once more.
[System Notice: Guardian neutralized.]
[Seal integrity… 0%.]
[Warning: Residual anomalies remain active.]
Ashwing panted in his head, voice shaky. 'You did it. You—Lindarion, you killed it.'
Lindarion exhaled slowly, lowering his blade. "No," he said aloud, voice carrying across the stunned chamber. "It was already dead."
