Phil

Blood slowly trickled down your face, leaving bloody trails on the cold ground. Every breath was labored, and the world around you became a smear of paint. Every heartbeat echoed in your ears like a hammer blow. Three stab wounds - three sharp points of pain, penetrating your consciousness, leading you to the edge of unconsciousness.

Philip's steps approached, resonating in the silence. He was your opponent, who had finally managed to hurt you. Amidst the worries, his voice sounded clear:

"Get up."

As if that could save you from the inevitable darkness.

"You've been hurt worse before. If you don't get up, I'll destroy the entire city."

on the floor..