Immobile god

As the guardian swung its blade again, Silas dodged and countered with a slash of his scythe. Just as he had predicted, the guardian disappeared into thin air.

Silas didn't waste time. He turned his gaze to the side and sprinted toward the spot where he expected the guardian to reappear.

Sure enough, the guardian materialized right where Silas had anticipated.

"Gotcha," Silas said with a smirk, his confidence unshaken. He swung his scythe forward with all his strength. The blade shimmered faintly in the dim light, aimed directly at the guardian.

At the last second, the guardian blocked the strike with its massive blade, sending Silas stumbling backward a few steps.

Before Silas could fully recover, the guardian lashed out with its blade, releasing a burst of raw energy.

The energy struck Silas, throwing him backward. However, instead of landing awkwardly, Silas twisted his body in mid-air and landed gracefully on his feet, crouched low.