She was cornered in a dead-end plaza. The lead Enforcer stepped forward, his voice a distorted boom through his mask. "Lower your defenses. Your frequency is disruptive. We will silence the noise."
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.
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. david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
As she walked past them, the Enforcers stood like statues, paralyzed by the very strength they tried to suppress. Elara stepped out of the alley and into the main square, no longer a ghost in the machine, but a beacon that the city could never turn off.
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. She was cornered in a dead-end plaza
The city was a machine of cold glass and grinding gears, and Elara was the grit that it tried to spit out. They called them "The Hollowed"—those whose spirits had been deemed inefficient for the Great Cog. The Enforcers, draped in chrome and carrying rhythmic pulse-rifles, tracked her through the neon-slicked alleys.
"Shoot me down," she whispered, her eyes burning with a steady, unbreakable light. "But I won't fall. I am titanium." Your frequency is disruptive
"I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward. The Enforcers recoiled, their sensors screaming in confusion. "But all your bullets ricochet."