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Lying dazed beneath a pile of rubble, he felt as if an immense pressure was bearing down on him, surrounded by darkness and heaviness. Pain signals radiated from his once robust muscles, each heartbeat sending sharp pangs through his body. In the chaos of his mind, he helplessly thought, "Damn... I really can't mess this up any further."
He felt as though he was trapped in an endless abyss of darkness, every part of his body crushed under the weight of boulders, the heaviness making it nearly impossible to breathe. His once strong muscles had become a burdensome weight, every ounce of strength seemingly suppressed by an invisible force, leaving him in despair.
He attempted to move his body, using his hands to push away the debris pressing down on him. But when he touched it, he realized it wasn't stones or fragments; it was Sunan's body. At that moment, a wave of inexplicable panic and urgency surged within him as he felt Sunan's weight pressing down on him, along with a heavy sense of helplessness.
"Sunan! Sunan, wake up!" He tried to shake Sunan awake, exerting all his strength to push him aside, but pain and fatigue made each effort feel incredibly arduous. His voice echoed in the empty rubble, tinged with despair and unease. In this chaos and danger, he realized that he might have truly gone too far this time; regret welled up within him unbidden. He shook Sunan with all his might, hoping to rouse him. But no matter how hard he tried, Sunan seemed still trapped in slumber, showing no signs of response. This feeling of helplessness cut deep into God Tone's heart; he felt his muscles trembling and cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The darkness before him obscured any view of his surroundings, but he could sense the pressure around him; the heavy sensation made it almost impossible to catch his breath. He tried to push away the weight on him but found himself unable to move, as if bound by an unseen force. This realization only heightened his panic; he understood that he might truly be caught in an inescapable predicament.
"Where... where am I?" God Tone's heart was filled with confusion and fear; it felt as if he were in a strange world where everything made him deeply uneasy. He regretted his impulsiveness and recklessness, but at this moment, regret was too late; all he could do was try to calm himself and search for a glimmer of hope.
Finding that waking Sunan was futile, God Tone reached out beside him. According to his last memory, the last three people holding the shield were Polnareff, Sergeant Rad, and Sunan; Polnareff should be on God Tone's right side. His hand trembled as it searched through the rubble; his breathing quickened while his heart raced with tension and fear. When his hand touched Polnareff's head, he felt an unusual chill and a hard texture that sent a wave of foreboding through him.
"Polnareff? Are you awake? Polnareff?" God Tone's voice trembled with urgency as he shook Polnareff vigorously in an attempt to rouse him. However, his calls seemed to vanish into the emptiness of the rubble; no one responded.
In that moment of helplessness, God Tone felt an unprecedented despair wash over him. He tried to push Polnareff again, hoping to find other parts of his body, but every effort felt so powerless and insignificant. The oppressive weight and indifferent stones surrounded him; their mass mercilessly pressed down on his shoulders and chest, making each breath increasingly difficult.
God Tone coughed as dust and debris filled his mouth and nose, yet he refused to give up. His fingers weakly clawed at Polnareff's cold scalp, a mix of regret and worry swirling within him as he repeatedly called out for his companion's name in hopes of finding a sliver of life amid this nightmare.
His hands continued to search and grasp at Polnareff's face with urgency and panic that made his movements somewhat rough. Suddenly, Polnareff seemed to awaken as if struck by lightning, taking a deep breath that drew in a cloud of dust and debris which caused him to cough violently.
Polnareff's sudden movement made God Tone's heart race almost out of his chest; seeing Polnareff truly awaken filled him with an indescribable sense of relief and comfort. Polnareff coughed forcefully as he tried to clear the dust from his airways; each cough seemed to shake his body but gradually revealed clarity in his eyes that spoke of life's resilience.
God Tone hurriedly comforted him, patting his face in an attempt to help him breathe better. His voice trembled slightly but was filled with concern. "Polnareff, hang in there. It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake." Although the situation around them remained dire, at that moment, God Tone felt that they were no longer alone in facing the disaster.
As Polnareff struggled to control a violent cough, he felt God Tone's hand awkwardly searching his face, which made him involuntarily smile wryly through the pain. He exerted all his strength to utter a few words, his voice hoarse from coughing. "God Tone... please stop touching me for now, my goodness..." There was a hint of helplessness and faint amusement in Polnareff's tone.
Realizing what he had done, God Tone quickly withdrew his hand with an embarrassed smile on his face. He looked around and saw the chaos surrounding them—dust and rubble piled high, with destruction evident in every direction. With a hint of unease and confusion in his tone, he turned to Polnareff and asked, "Polnareff, where are we right now? What happened to all of this?" His voice carried a sense of bewilderment and shock at everything they had just experienced.
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