Orion's once radiant scythe, Seraphic Reckoning, now flickered as if struggling to maintain its divine power. The malevolence of the creature's longsword threatened to overwhelm him, and his own blood dripped from numerous lacerations. The grotesque creature, a master of the malevolent blade, pressed the attack, driving Orion further into a desperate situation.
With every move, Orion felt his energy ebbing away. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and his movements were slower, less precise. The labyrinth's relentless onslaught had taken its toll on his resilience, and he teetered on the precipice of defeat.