"AHHH."
"AHHH."
"AHHH."
The sound of heavy breathing echoed through the room, its source none other than a figure kneeling on the bare glassy ground, which was covered in hundreds of cracks, and filled with craters almost decimating the surface completely.
Long, deep gashes marked every inch of his body, and around him were various robotic parts, scattered across the floor.
Just a few meters to the side lay a robotic figure, its upper part reduced to nothing but a pile of mush, crackling with faint blue electricity.
It seemed the robot had been violently blown apart by a large amount of intense, raw energy, and Nolan remained on the ground, breathing uncontrollably, his dagger clutched tightly in his grasp.
He was injured, covered in blood and most of all incredibly exhausted.
Soon the AI voice rang out.
[The match has ended!]
[Congratulations to the user for defeating an opponent of strength figure Digit 3!]
