"Argh…"
Good lord! My ribs hurt. It felt like most of my right side was broken and battered.
I could physically feel the sharp splinters of my broken ribs piercing my lungs. Yes, it was very painful.
I tried to get up, struggling with all I had in me to rise to my feet. Yet, my body refused my command to move.
In the end, I could only exhaustedly lay on my belly pressed against the cold, hard concrete ground, breathing heavily as jolts of organ-rendering pain continued to course through my body.
Before long, the voice of the announcer reached my ears, declaring Nero as the winner of the King's Tournament.
Thud—
Almost as soon as the announcement was made, I heard a low thud resounding from a few steps behind me.
I tried to get up and look back, but as I said, I couldn't even move an inch. I had an idea of what must've happened, of course.
Nero Dekrauf fell.
