Rex's chest heaved, each breath a jagged rasp that tore through his lungs. He collapsed onto the ashen ground, his limbs sprawled out. Every muscle screamed in protest, his body heavy and unresponsive, as if carved from stone.
The battlefield reeked of sulfur and blood, and the crimson skies of Hades churned above him, casting long, malevolent shadows over his battered form.
His Aether reserves were completely drained, leaving him hollow and vulnerable, like a warrior stripped of his armor in the heart of a storm.
A dark thought flitted across his mind, unbidden. Even Truck-kun would be more merciful than this...(Not sure if our MC knows who Truck kun is)But no, Rex knew better than to dwell on defeat.
"That was…" he panted, his voice faltering like a sputtering flame. "That was one hell of a fight. I… I…"
