In the middle of the arena—now a scene straight out of the apocalypse—a young woman with tangled pink hair stood trembling and gasping for breath, soaked in sweat, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She had technically won, unleashing overwhelming magic to claim victory… but her condition was barely any better than the one she had just annihilated.
Sure, unlike her opponent, she still had her voluptuous body and some semblance of charm left—but she looked one step from death's door. If she'd just been drenched in blood, maybe it wouldn't have raised too many alarms. But it was hard to overlook the fact that she was quite literally leaking brain matter from her ears—God knows what else was oozing from the rest of her.
