Fiona stood at the center of the ruined plaza.
The air trembled.
Red light flickered around her.
She raised her hand, visor glowing.
"Broadcast Domain—activate."
A wave of silver and orange light exploded outward.
The battlefield changed instantly.
The cracked ground became a glowing arena stage.
Ruined walls shimmered with digital flames.
Spotlights formed from thin air, shining on her.
Music started to play—a slow, heavy beat that pulsed through her boots.
From the smoke ahead, the enemy arrived.
A full formation of Brassclades.
Their heavy steel legs pounded the ground as they moved forward.
Thick armor gleamed, twin horn drills spinning slowly with tension.
Behind them, the air shrieked.
Chimawrens, mutated raptor-like birds, dove from above, wings glowing with eerie light.
Fiona narrowed her eyes.
"Alright."
She reached to her sides.
Two long weapons formed in her hands: streamblades.
They were shimmering energy swords, one glowing orange, the other blue.
