The cavernous chamber echoed with the clash of metal, screams, and power unleashed.
Derek lunged forward, his chain-weapon slicing through Hawkins' top guards with lethal precision. Each kunai-thrust was fueled by the memory of Dani's death, sharp and relentless.
Cam darted between shadows, hacking at mechanical limbs and dispatching drones with precision blasts from his gauntlets. His Ranger suit glowed brighter with every hit, pulsing like a war drum.
Speen's shadow erupted—dark blades swirling in a cyclone of deadly grace. His second self moved like liquid night, cutting down foes faster than the eye could follow.
John transformed his body at will—one moment diamond-hard, shrugging off bullets; the next, wooden limbs smashing enemy ranks with brutal force.
E roared, fists blazing, smashing the Triplets with a savage fury born of desperation and pain. Each punch sent shockwaves through the chamber, the sheer intensity threatening to tear him apart.
But Hawkins was no mere man.
He absorbed stolen powers from his throne of hearts—strength, speed, minds, and flesh—warping himself into a monstrous titan. His voice thundered, "You cannot stop evolution!"
The friends fought with everything they had, pushing through agony and sacrifice. One by one, they toppled Hawkins' generals, but the mayor himself was a seemingly endless nightmare.
Derek faced Hawkins in a brutal, bloody duel, the mayor's grasp nearly crushing his cybernetic arm.
Cam hacked into the tower's systems, trying to disrupt the life support feeding Hawkins' grotesque form.
Speen struggled to keep his shadow from consuming him, his mind fracturing under the strain.
John's transformations began to falter, each shift chipping away at his humanity.
E, gasping and bleeding, drank deeply again—power coursing through him—but the cost was rising fast.