The heat was unbearable. Even though Hex's body was hardened and flames couldn't burn him directly, the rising temperature around him made it hard to breathe.
It felt like he was trapped inside a furnace, with no air and pressure building up inside his chest. His blood felt like it was boiling, and sweat poured down his face, mixing with the smoke and dust swirling around him.
His eyes stung. Every breath he took felt like swallowing hot iron. "Damn... I can't keep up," he muttered through clenched teeth.
"I need to finish this." His vision blurred, but his fists clenched tighter. He rotated his body, gritting his teeth, then unleashed a powerful Punch Blast straight at the hound's face.
The hound let out a loud, piercing cry and writhed in pain. Its body twisted violently from the impact.
