Who's The Loser Heir?
She wasn't wearing her tactical gear now; she was in a traditional white training gi, her porcelain mask gleaming under the flickering industrial lights.
"Welcome to the graveyard, Jade," Kitana said, her voice amplified by the warehouse’s acoustics. "You brought the 'Old Guard' with you. How fitting. They can watch as I dismantle the 'Next Gen' piece by piece."
She moved, and the "Severed Thread" came alive. The wires snapped and whipped, driven by a series of high-speed motors hidden in the walls. It was a mechanical version of her martial art—a "digital dojo" designed to neutralize any tactical advantage.