The Guardian

Back in the Grade 5 realm...

Silas leaped several meters into the air, performing a flawless backflip to evade the razor-sharp forelegs of the attacking ants. Their limbs struck the ground where he had stood just moments ago, carving deep grooves into the rocky terrain. Silas landed gracefully, his boots skidding slightly across the floor before he propelled himself forward with blinding speed, his scythe shimmering ominously in the dim light.

In a blink of an eye, he closed the distance, appearing directly in front of the advancing ants. With a firm grip on his scythe, Silas swung it in a vicious arc, the blade slicing through the air with lethal precision. A spray of dark purple blood erupted, staining the cavern walls as three severed forelegs from three separate ants clattered to the ground.

But Silas wasn't done.