The Serpent’s Fury

The battlefield erupted in chaos as the Guardian of the Ashen Coil bore down on Daniel and Mira. Its massive frame moved with surprising speed, the bronze plates of its armor clanking with each step. The flail it wielded seemed almost alive, the spiked ball trailing tendrils of molten energy that hissed and spat against the scorched ground. Every swing threatened to tear apart the very air around them.

Daniel darted to the side, narrowly avoiding a devastating swing. The force of the attack sent a shockwave rippling through the air, throwing debris in all directions. Mira, agile as ever, rolled to her feet and dashed forward, her blade gleaming under the eerie crimson sky as she struck at the beast's exposed leg.

The Guardian roared in pain, but its retaliation was swift. It lashed out with a backhanded swing, forcing Mira to retreat in a series of nimble backflips. Sparks danced across the charred earth where the flail struck, leaving a smoking crater in its wake.