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In the dimly lit ruins of the castle ruins beneath Fist Mountain, Luca, known as Larion, stood alongside his companions, Two, Grand, and Lily.

The air was heavy with anticipation as they prepared to face the fearsome mythical creature that lay before them - a two-headed Manticore.

The first head possessed the visage of a man, yet its jaw was that of a lion, lined with razor-sharp teeth reminiscent of a shark.

The second head, with its long snake-like neck and a faceless man's countenance, boasted wolf-like jaws that gleamed with equally formidable fangs.

Its tail, resembling that of a scorpion, thrashed menacingly, its sting ready to strike.

With swift precision, Lily notched an arrow and let it fly, aiming to distract the monstrous creature.

Meanwhile, Two positioned himself in front, his shield raised as a bulwark against the impending assault.

The Manticore lunged forward, its jaws snapping dangerously close to Two's shield.

Grand, undeterred, stood firm against the onslaught from the snake head and the scorpion tail, his sheer strength and unwavering resolve keeping him from succumbing to their onslaught.

Sensing an opportunity, Larion ascended a crumbling stone staircase, his eyes locked on the coveted Flame Core, the key to their victory.

As Larion neared the Flame Core, the Manticore's primal instincts kicked in.

With a swift spin, it swatted away Lily's arrows, sending her tumbling backward.

Two, momentarily disoriented, found himself vulnerable to the monster's relentless assaults powerful leap propelled it high into the air, causing Lily to cry out in warning to Larion.

Startled by Lily's voice, Larion turned just in time to witness the Manticore hurtling toward him from above.

Instinctively, he dodged the attack, but the force of his evasion sent him tumbling down the staircase.

The Manticore, undeterred, growled menacingly as it charged toward Larion, its massive body crashing down the steps in pursuit.

As Larion reached the bottom of the staircase, the Manticore closed in, its jaws aiming to devour him.

The snakehead sank its venomous fangs into his left arm, lifting him off the ground and eliciting a searing cry of agony from Larion.

The monster's other head, hungry for its own taste of victory, poised to deliver a final, fatal blow.

In a moment of unforeseen heroism, Grand mustered the strength to sever the snake head from the Manticore's body.

However, the creature's scorpion stingers found their mark, piercing Grand's skull and setting his entire form ablaze.

A gut-wrenching sight unfolded before Larion's eyes as he watched his companion meet a brutal and fiery demise, leaving him stunned and speechless.

Lily and Two, now back on their feet, sprinted towards Larion, desperate to assist him

But time betrayed them, for the Manticore had torn apart Larion's left arm and now poised to deliver the killing blow with its stinger.

As all seemed lost, Two summoned his remaining mana, his shield hurtling through the air to strike the Manticore.

With a resolute incantation, Two cast his powerful spell, known as "Tears of Mercy." A radiant aura enveloped all of his allies, granting them increased defense and a healing effect over time.

It was a desperate attempt to slow the relentless bleed damage inflicted upon Larion, hoping to buy him enough time for salvation.

Distracted by the sudden diversion, the Manticore's attention shifted to its back, affording Larion a brief moment of respite.

With one head severed and its advantage compromised, the beast struggled to maneuver away from Larion's reach.

Two, understanding the importance of time, valiantly engaged the Manticore, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Focusing his mana, Two unleashed a torrent of powerful strikes, his sword clashing against the Manticore's razor-sharp teeth.

Each swing was a testament to his unwavering resolve, buying precious seconds for Larion to heal and stem the flow of his life force.

"Stand firm, Larion! Heal yourself!" Two's urgent reminder jolted Larion back to reality, his mind clearing from the fog of pain.

Instinctively, he rummaged through his pocket, his trembling hands finding a vial of healing potion.

With a swift motion, he uncorked the vial and consumed its contents, feeling the surge of rejuvenating magic course through his veins.

Though his health bar restored to its former state, the insidious bleed damage persisted, threatening to sap his vitality.

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, Lily sprinted up the crumbling staircase, her nimble footsteps echoing through the ruins.

Determination fueled her every move as she neared the Flame Core, her eyes glinting with unwavering purpose.

Sensing an intruder encroaching upon its prize, the Manticore fought ferociously against Two, slashing its claws and gnashing its teeth in a frenzied attempt to repel Lily's advance.

Yet, even in the midst of battle, the Manticore recognized the futility of reaching Lily in time to protect the Flame Core.

A mighty roar erupted from its throat, shaking the very foundations of the mountain.

Tremors rippled through the air, causing debris-laden spikes to rain down upon the ruins.

Lily, undeterred, leaped with agility, narrowly avoiding the cascading rocks as she closed in on the Flame Core.

But the Manticore's desperate fury had consequences.

The platform upon which the Flame Core rested began to crumble beneath Lily's feet, threatening to plunge her into the depths below.

With quick thinking, she retrieved a special arrow from her quiver, its tip coated in a sticky substance and attached to a sturdy rope.

Drawing her bowstring taut, she unleashed the arrow, its adhesive grip finding purchase on the Flame Core.

With all her might, she pulled, the rope acting as a lifeline as the platform disintegrated beneath her.

As the remaining staircase groaned under the weight of falling debris, Lily maneuvered with finesse, her determination unyielding.

In her mind, there was only one thought—to deliver the Flame Core to Larion, the one person who could harness its power and turn the tide of their battle.

Lily's heart pounded in her chest as she descended the crumbling staircase, her every move calculated and precise.

Debris and rocks cascaded around her, threatening to block her path, but she dodged and leaped with incredible agility, never losing sight of her goal.

Her eyes were fixed on Larion, his injured arm still bleeding profusely as he fought to stay on his feet.

With every step, Lily's determination grew stronger.

She knew that time was running out, that Larion's life hung in the balance.

The weight of their mission bore heavily upon her shoulders, but she refused to let fear or doubt cloud her mind.

She had to reach Larion, had to deliver the Flame Core to him, for only he possessed the power to harness its potential.

But then, in a cruel twist of fate, a particularly large piece of debris struck Lily's shoulder, causing her to lose her balance.

She tumbled through the air, her heart racing, her instincts taking over. With a desperate lunge, she reached out her hand and released the Flame Core, watching as it soared through the air toward Larion.

Two, locked in a fierce battle with the Manticore, was momentarily distracted by the sight of the Flame Core hurtling towards him.

He could see the Manticore's eyes widen in alarm, its instinctual desire to protect the precious artifact overpowering its need to defeat its enemies.

With a lightning-fast movement, Two sidestepped the beast's attack, grabbing hold of its scorpion tail and using its momentum to hurl it against a nearby wall.

As if guided by fate, the Flame Core landed perfectly in Larion's waiting hand.

A surge of energy coursed through his veins, filling him with a newfound strength and purpose.

Without hesitation, Larion attached the flame core to his gauntlet.

He felt the power of the elemental stone merges with his specially crafted gauntlet, the two becoming one, their energies intertwining in a harmonious dance.

A fiery aura enveloped Larion's hand, flames dancing and flickering around his fingertips.

The heat was intense, but he welcomed it, relishing in the raw power that now flowed within him.

He could feel the magic coursing through his veins, the potential waiting to be unleashed.

"I've been waiting for a long time to get a hold of magic. Now it's my turn," Larion declared, his voice filled with determination and resolve.

He knew that this newfound power came with great responsibility, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

But amidst the intensity of the moment, a voice called out to him, a voice filled with urgency and concern.

It was Two, his mana reserves depleted, his strength waning.

Two knew that Larion had to seize this opportunity, and had to act now before it was too late.

"I can't hold out much longer, Larion! My mana is almost depleted. Go! Now!" Two's voice reverberated in Larion's ears, a stark reminder of the dire circumstances they found themselves in.

Without a moment's hesitation, Larion steeled himself, his gaze unwavering.

With the Flame Core pulsating in his gauntlet, he knew that it was now or never.

He had the power, the determination, and the unwavering support of his friend.

It was time to face the challenges that awaited him, to embrace the destiny that lay before him.

Taking a deep breath, Larion nodded resolutely, his eyes shining with an unyielding resolve.

He would not falter, he would not fail.

With the Flame Core ablaze in his hand, he stepped forward, ready to embrace the new path that awaited him.

As the fiery aura surrounding Larion intensified, his mind raced with a multitude of thoughts.

He knew he had the power now, the power to wield magic, but he had never been trained in its usage.

However, Larion trusted his instincts and drew upon his vast experiences from playing countless MMORPG games in the past.

He had encountered similar situations before, faced with powerful enemies and the need for quick thinking.

It was time to put those skills to the test.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, Larion launched himself into the air, his body propelled by the sheer force of his determination.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down, every detail etching itself into his memory.

The monster, engrossed in its battle with Two, turned its head towards the sudden movement, its eyes widening in surprise and confusion.

In a seamless motion, Larion executed a perfect uppercut, his flaming gauntlet connecting with the monster's body.

The impact sent shockwaves reverberating through the air, the force of the blow propelling the creature into the sky.

Its monstrous form soared through the air, a grotesque sight against the backdrop of the crumbling ruins.

Larion was not finished yet.

As the monster reached the peak of its ascent, he leaped once again, his hands outstretched towards the scorpion's tail.

With a display of raw strength and determination, he gripped the tail tightly, his muscles straining against the weight of the creature.

With a resounding crash, Larion slammed the monster back down to the ground, the impact shaking the very earth beneath them.

The force of the blow buried the creature deep within the crumbling ruins, its monstrous form now immobilized.

But Larion's assault did not end there. Fuelled by the power of the Flame Core and driven by his unwavering resolve, he descended upon the monster with a ferocity that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

With his flaming gauntlet leading the way, he aimed a devastating blow at the creature's skull.

The sound of shattering bone filled the air as Larion's gauntlet made contact.

The force of the impact was bone-jarring, the intensity of the blow causing the monster's skull to crack and splinter beneath the weight of his attack.

Green blood splattered in all directions, a grotesque testament to the brutality of the encounter.

As the dust settled and silence descended upon the scene, Larion stood amidst the wreckage, his flaming gauntlet still ablaze.

The monster lay broken and defeated, its once formidable presence reduced to a lifeless heap.

The air was heavy with the scent of burnt flesh and victory, a tangible reminder of the power that now resided within Larion.

With a deep breath, Larion allowed himself a moment to absorb the enormity of what had just transpired.

He had tapped into a wellspring of magic, honed his instincts and skills, and emerged victorious.

The Flame Core, still pulsating with energy, was a tangible reminder of his newfound power.

Now that the monster lay defeated, its hulking form reduced to a lifeless heap amidst the crumbling ruins, the dust settled and silence descended upon the scene.

Lily, bruised and battered, managed to crawl out from under the rubble, her body aching from the exertion.

With a mix of relief and awe, she watched as Larion, his armless left side now burning with pain, bravely stemmed the bleeding.

Fatigue weighed heavily upon them, the toll of the hard-fought battle etched on their faces.

The adrenaline that had fueled them moments ago now dissipated, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

Thirst parched their throats, a reminder of the relentless intensity of the encounter they had just emerged from.

But time was of the essence.

The ruins, once a formidable structure, now groaned and quaked, threatening to collapse further.

The very ground beneath them seemed to tremble in anticipation, urging them to leave this perilous place.

Lily, her eyes wide with urgency, turned to Two and Larion, her voice strained yet determined.

"We have to get out of here," she implored, her voice barely above a whisper amidst the chaos.

"The ruins are still collapsing. We can't afford to stay any longer."

Weary and worn, Larion nodded weakly in agreement.

His body, battered and broken, could no longer withstand the strain.

He sank to his knees in front of the defeated monster, the weight of his injuries finally catching up to him.

His vision blurred, darkness encroaching at the edges, threatening to consume him.

At that moment, Two, his heart pounding with fear, rushed toward Larion.

But before he could reach him, a gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening in shock and horror.

The monster's tail thought to be immobilized, struck out with one final act of defiance, landing a devastating blow on Larion's vulnerable form.

Larion's body crumpled to the ground, his consciousness slipping away.

Darkness engulfed his vision, his senses dulled by the pain and fatigue.

All that remained was the distant sound of his companions' voices, their urgent pleas urging him to hold on, to stay with them.

Through the haze, Larion felt his body being lifted, the gentle yet firm grip of Two supporting him.

As his world faded into blackness, he clung to the sound of their voices, a lifeline amidst the encroaching void.

He trusted in their strength and resolve, knowing that they would find a healer, a way to save him.

And with that last sliver of hope, Larion succumbed to unconsciousness, his body carried away by Two's unwavering determination.