Meeting The First Requirement

Leo pushed himself off the ground, his muscles aching with every movement. His body was covered in dirt, dried blood, and bruises, an undeniable evidence to the countless battles he had fought throughout the day.

His knuckles were raw, the skin torn from repeatedly striking against hardened exoskeletons and thick hides. His breathing was labored, his stamina drained to its limit, but beneath the exhaustion, a quiet satisfaction coursed through his veins.

The setting sun bathed the ruined cityscape in hues of deep orange and crimson. The jagged remains of buildings cast long, eerie shadows across the cracked pavement, and the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and the faint stench of decay.

The wind carried a whisper of dust, swirling around the scattered remains of the monsters he had slain.