Silas felt a deep, instinctual unease as the creature's oppressive aura pressed against him like an invisible weight. The air around him seemed heavier, each breath more labored than the last.
"The guardian of the chamber? Why would a Realm's god need a guardian?" Silas muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as they traced the hulking figure before him. The longer he observed, the clearer it became—this being was far more formidable than any adversary he had faced.
"This aura... it's even more intense than Ozivox's," he thought grimly, tightening his grip on his weapon. His knuckles whitened as anticipation surged through his veins.
The guardian remained still, its piercing gaze locked onto Silas with an almost unnerving intensity. Then, with deliberate and calculated movements, it raised its massive hands. The ground beneath them rippled unnaturally, dark voids swirling into existence across the rocky terrain.