Blood on the Asphalt biker
The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code.
The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky.
Too late.
We collided with the chest plate.
Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor.
At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity.
The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m
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