As the battle reaches its climax,
me steps forward, the air thickening with power.
The ground cracks beneath opponent's feet,
as time itself begins to bend.
me raises their hand, and the world goes still.
The skies darken, and opponentβs form begins to dissolve,
their every thought, every memory fading.
me watches as the last remnants of opponent vanish.
The system echoes: "β" me win.