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Beneath the pile of stones, God Tone and Polnareff were enduring a life-and-death trial. As time passed, their situation grew increasingly dire. The pressure from the stones restricted the flow of air in the narrow gaps, making it nearly impossible for them to breathe. God Tone's chest heaved rapidly; each breath felt like a struggle for survival in the constricted space, and his lungs burned as if on fire.
His vision blurred, and the surroundings became surreal and distorted, as if he were trapped in a terrifying nightmare. His consciousness gradually slipped toward chaos and faintness, leaving him powerless to fight back, silently praying for someone to come and save them.
Beside him, Polnareff also felt the limits of his body, but he forced himself to keep moving, digging with his hands in an attempt to create a path to survival. Sweat and dirt covered Polnareff's face, mingling with expressions of pain and determination. His hands were already cut by the sharp edges of the stones, yet he paid no mind, focused solely on finding an exit to the outside world.
With every stone he shifted came a low growl and gasping breath, but his eyes still reflected an indomitable resolve. Polnareff knew that if they could not find a way out soon, this cramped, sealed space would become their grave. In this urgent situation, every moment was filled with uncertainty and fear, yet it ignited the survival instinct deep within him, refusing to let go of any glimmer of hope for escape.
Underneath the collapsed stones, while God Tone and Polnareff's situation began to improve gradually, their strength was nearing collapse. God Tone's palms were covered in rough dust; each touch against the cold, hard stones served as a reminder of their struggles. He gasped as he tried to grasp a large rock, but exhausted, it slipped from his trembling hands with a dull thud.
Despite this, as a result of their efforts, rays of light began to seep through the gaps in the stones, bringing a flicker of life; however, this light seemed still out of reach for both of them. Each breath God Tone took became more rapid and labored; within him was a mix of hopeful joy and overwhelming fatigue.
His thoughts drifted between the past and future, recalling all the experiences he shared with Polnareff and everything they had endured together. These memories strengthened his resolve; despite the overwhelming difficulties ahead, he would never give up because he knew that only by doing so could they find hope for survival.
Nearby, Sunan lay on the ground, unable to rise due to an injury on his back. He watched anxiously as Polnareff and God Tone struggled with all their might, feeling helpless and guilty inside. Seeing them nearly exhaust their last reserves of strength brought a bittersweet smile to Sunan's lips because he realized that in this fight for survival, he could only be a powerless observer.
His emotions were complex; on one hand, he felt guilt and helplessness for not being able to provide any real assistance; on the other hand, he was filled with gratitude and admiration for Polnareff and God Tone. He knew they were true warriors who could bravely face and overcome any challenge.
In the collapsed stone pile where oxygen was thin and each breath stung painfully, Sunan's voice pierced through the heavy rock layers, reaching God Tone and Polnareff's ears. Enduring the pain in his back, Sunan shouted encouragement at them: "God Tone! Polnareff! Hang in there! It's almost over!"
Polnareff's face turned pale; his gaze began to blur as he weakly responded, "Y-yeah... we have to... hold on..." His voice grew fainter until finally his hands fell limply at his sides. He knelt against the hard stones, swaying precariously against the cold rock. The expression on his face gradually lost focus as if he had temporarily lost consciousness amidst overwhelming fatigue and pain.
Polnareff trembled like a leaf caught in the wind. His breathing became rapid and uneven; each breath brought intense pain that he could not stop. He desperately fought to stay awake and maintain consciousness because he knew that once he lost awareness, all hope for their survival would be completely extinguished.
Seeing Polnareff like this, God Tone's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted, trying to awaken him. "Polnareff! Polnareff, you have to pull yourself together!" His voice was laced with desperation and fear, knowing that if they gave up now, they might never escape this stone prison.
Leaning closer to Polnareff, God Tone could feel his heartbeat quickening. His trembling hand gently touched Polnareff's shoulder, hoping to offer him a bit of support and encouragement. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve; he would not allow anyone to give up, especially in such a life-and-death situation.
In a state of tension and panic, God Tone tried to crouch down quickly to support Polnareff. However, his heavy body suddenly made him feel an unprecedented inconvenience and clumsiness. Blood seemed unable to reach his brain in time, and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; the entire world began to spin.
God Tone was filled with self-loathing. He hated his body for being so unreliable in this moment of crisis. Just as he struggled to steady himself, his foot slipped, and his heavy frame lost balance. He fell heavily onto the already weakened Polnareff, worsening his pain.
"I'm sorry, Polnareff... I... I didn't mean to..." God Tone gasped for breath, trying to get back on his feet, but each attempt became increasingly difficult due to the weight and pain. He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and guilt; at that moment, he longed more than ever to escape this burdensome body.
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