The battlefield was still trembling, smoke curling upward from the giant crater that stretched beyond sight. The once-mighty beast lay in shattered remains, its colossal form nothing but two broken halves staining the ground. Silence ruled the arena—no roars, no cheers, only the heavy breath of warriors who had just witnessed the impossible.
Yet, even in victory, Aamir's expression was grim. He wiped blood from his lips, forcing himself upright though his knees begged him to collapse. His system screen still blinked faintly, warning him like a cruel reminder:
[Caution: System Overload]
He chuckled bitterly under his breath. Overload, huh? If I had pushed just a little more, maybe I wouldn't be standing here at all.
Zalmic rushed forward, catching him by the arm before he could stumble. "Lord Aamir, are you alright? You're bleeding too much!"
"I'm fine." Aamir waved him off, though his voice cracked with exhaustion. "If I can still talk, I can still fight. Don't fuss."
