Josefu stood in the center of the room, his chest rising and falling as he steadied his breath. Steam hissed and swirled around the space like a living entity, obscuring his vision and blurring the edges of the battlefield. His opponent, Soto, grinned from the other side of the room, steam already rising from his hands and body like he was a walking furnace.
"You think you can keep running, Josefu?" Soto asked, his voice echoing through the hot, vaporous air. He snapped his fingers, and the steam near him bubbled, hissing louder, gathering in intensity. "I can make this place explode with just a thought."
Josefu's eyes narrowed. The room felt like a trap closing in on him, the very air too thick to breathe. He could feel the heat pressing against his skin, but he was no stranger to pressure.
