Crunch.
Debris crumbled around me, and the overwhelming stench of burnt remains filled the air.
The walls, scorched by the heat, were melting. The oppressive cold that had filled the space earlier was gone, replaced by an indescribable heat radiating everywhere.
"Cough."
Amid the wreckage, I pushed myself up, forcing my body upright from under the debris.
"Ptoo."
I spat out a mouthful of blood as I struggled to sit up.
- The opponent had to acknowledge their defeat.
- They had to verbalize it.
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