First He’ll Rp

Heavy breathes filled empty wasteland that seemed to be hell the first day felt like month as Nam gradually got used to the heat and the gravity of the area.

“Piccolo.” He says to himself as punches beyond that which the normal human eye can see hit the air over and over again, sweat pours from his face hitting the ground, as soon as it dies it sizzles away turning to steam under the intense heat of hell, the only thing that kept him going in this intense heat and hell was the thought of being the one to defeat Piccolo and save his friends from his wrath.