The two men staggered to their feet, breathing hard, their bodies barely holding together. One's metal skin was cracked and glowing, the other's massive frame shaking from burns that refused to heal.
They were a mess—charred, bleeding, broken—but they still came forward.
Lana just looked at them, silent. Her hair fell over one shoulder, the faint glow from her fire lighting her face. For a long second, no one spoke. Even the roar of the flames around them seemed to fade.
Then she sighed. A soft, almost tired sound.
"…You're not worth my time."
Her tone wasn't angry. It was calm—like she'd made up her mind and the fight was already over.
And then, everything changed.
The air went heavy. The ground trembled. The faint red aura that surrounded her burst into something massive.
