A faint, metallic shimmer rippled across her skin. The energy of the blast didn't tear through her; it washed over her like water against a cliffside. She stood taller, her skin glowing with a dull, silver luster.
"You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself, her voice a raspy tether to her fading courage. "But I can't hear a word you say." david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
Another volley of fire hit her—red pulses of heat and blue streaks of electricity. She walked through the storm, each hit ringing out like a hammer on an anvil. She wasn't just surviving; she was reflecting. The city's attempts to destroy her were only proving how indestructible she had become. A faint, metallic shimmer rippled across her skin
She reached the lead Enforcer and placed a hand on his chrome chest plate. The silver glow transferred from her fingers to his armor, freezing his joints with a cold, unyielding strength. "You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself,
The Enforcer raised his rifle. A beam of concentrated sound—a sonic bullet meant to shatter bone—erupted from the barrel. It struck her square in the chest. The air rippled with the impact, and the pavement beneath her cracked. But Elara didn't fall.