Dawn continued coughing out blood, his body trembling violently as he knelt on the rough, dust-covered floor. Each hack tore through his chest painfully, crimson droplets staining the cracked concrete beneath him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his lungs burning, but still, he refused to collapse. Despite everything, he refused to give in.
"You really thought you could keep up that for for long."
Rafik's voice sliced through the air like a knife, dripping with scorn and mockery. He stood over Dawn, his silhouette imposing and fierce, eyes cold and merciless as he taunted his fallen opponent. The faint light cast long shadows across the battlefield, where the remnants of destruction and ruin lay strewn around them like the debris of their savage fight.
Dawn lifted his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a cocky grin crept across his lips despite the pain. He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.
"You're also in the same boat,"
