Craters of every size covered the floor and walls. Some were shallow impressions left by footwork. Others were deep, jagged pits left by full-power strikes and elemental collisions. The reverse-repair function worked without pause, sealing damage the instant it formed. Stone flowed like liquid, then hardened again. Cracks closed. Dust vanished. The room restored itself so quickly that the destruction never had time to accumulate beyond a few seconds of visible chaos.
The last fighter came in with a desperate combination of flame and wind. Ash checked the kick—boom—leaned just enough to let the punch slide past his cheek—another boom—and stopped a short elbow a centimeter from the temple. He held the position for a fraction of a second, then withdrew. The withheld strike still generated a final, sharp sonic crack.
The simulation ended.
All five figures dissolved into light.
