Here's Reese's POV version of the scene, written cinematically while keeping your signature storytelling tone:
Reese's POV
The garden was unusually quiet, almost sacred, like it knew exactly what we were about to do.
We stood before the pedestal, its seven empty slots staring back at us like silent invitations. One by one, we took off our necklaces—each shimmering with our assigned hue—and slotted them in. The ground trembled beneath our feet, a subtle quake that echoed in my bones. Then, with a soft rumble, a hidden path revealed itself.
We walked down the stairs. Not a single word left our mouths. Just footsteps echoing as we descended into the familiar glow of our secret base—our real home. Vibrant lights bathed the walls, each color reflecting a part of us. This was more than a hideout. It was who we were.
"Let's get dressed!" Yasha beamed, always excited for fashion—battle or not.
We scattered into our personal changing rooms. I stared at the suit Yasha prepared for me. Sleek. Fitted. Edgy. I liked it. My scythe shimmered into my hand, responding to the thrill in my veins.
Outside, Valerie hugged herself. "Ooh, I like the new clothes."
"Well, duh. I designed them," Yasha grinned. "With your preferences in mind. Obviously."
"This is too revealing," Ophira murmured, pulling at her sleeves.
"Yeah," the others echoed in sync. Even Gaia, our resident logic queen, looked uncomfortable.
"I kinda like it though," I said. I summoned my scythe and gave it a whirl, just to mess with them. They ducked like synchronized dancers, glaring up at me.
Yasha leaned close. "I know you do," she whispered.
I glared at her. She dodged my eyes. Typical.
"If it's too much, go back to your plain old suits," she rolled her eyes. "But I'm not gonna look basic in front of my boyfriend."
I scoffed. Drama queen.
We headed out, our suits glowing faintly with our powers. When we reached the abandoned site, monsters and goons wandered around like they owned the place. We ducked behind a crumbling building.
Gaia set up her drone and laptop with clinical precision. "Alright, here's the plan…"
I led the first squad—Ophira, Yasha, Bailey. Silent takedowns. Quick, clean, calculated.
We moved like shadows, each goon falling before they could blink. Just one left. Easy.
Or so I thought.
The last bastard turned. Fast. Too fast. And before I could even swing, he deflected our strikes and sent us flying. Four damn buildings. Pain crackled through my spine as I hit the last wall. I coughed, blood spilling from my lips. Still, I stood.
"Shit," I heard Gaia mutter from the feed. She tried to run to us—but the goon got to her first, blasting her back.
"Gaia!" I yelled, trying to move, but Valerie caught Gaia just in time. They went crashing through a building.
"Are you okay?" Paicey's voice reached them as she ran over.
"Yeah," Gaia spat blood. "Thanks to Valerie."
Valerie didn't speak. She just pinned the goon to the ground like he was nothing, her powers shifting the very gravity around him.
We regrouped. Yasha healed Gaia first. I stood nearby, breathing hard, still fuming.
"This thickhead caught me off guard," I muttered and walked up to kick him. But before I could even finish my sentence, a strange light started to emit from the goon.
"EVERYONE DUCK!" Gaia screamed.
BOOM.
Darkness swallowed everything.
...
When I opened my eyes, my head was spinning. My sisters were already fighting.
Her.
She stood in a white dress, radiating power. An ethereal glow surrounded her, mocking our dirt and wounds.
I rose, scythe forming in my grip with a scream of bending metal.
Ophira's whip cracked through the silence first, black tendrils of absorbed energy lashing toward Her like serpents.
Yasha burst into the air, wings of light blazing wide as kunai spun from her fingertips in searing arcs. One flashed past me, blinding white.
"Bailey—!"
Twin swords ignited at her back. Earth ruptured as she leapt, riding a cyclone. One blade swept fire, the other water. They spiraled, a storm made flesh.
I charged.
The scythe cut wind in my wake, drawing stormclouds above. Lightning answered me—forked and furious. The woman in white didn't flinch.
She raised her hand.
And everything froze.
A pulse—no, a presence—knocked us midair. Gaia's scream tore through my head before she even spoke. "She's warping time!"
Valerie crashed in, spinning midair with twin stars in each palm, breaking the field. "I've got gravity!"
Yasha blinked in behind the woman, nearly invisible.
Her chain snapped forward—
But the woman moved like water. No effort. No mercy.
With one sweep of her arm, Yasha was thrown through a pillar.
"Enough!" I roared, summoning the wind around my scythe. I hurled it forward—impossible speed, impossible weight—
The sky screamed with it.
Bailey's fire caught it mid-flight. Ophira's whip laced it in shadow. Yasha's light ricocheted off the blade—
The scythe hit.
The explosion ripped the clouds. Light and sound crashed into each other—reality torn at the edges.
I fell to my knees.
Smoke cleared.
She was still standing.
The girl didn't even flinch. As she manage to subdue the seven of us.
"I admit," she said with a smile, "that gravitational attack was strong." Her eyes landed on Valerie, who clutched her bleeding arm.
"But not enough."
She raised her hand. Another wave of darkness. My world spun again. I crashed to the ground with my sisters.
Weak. We were too damn weak.
"Stay down," I growled, barely pushing myself to my knees.
"Sisters!" Paicey's scream rang out.
My eyes widened. "No! Paicey, stop!" Gaia yelled. But Paicey stepped forward anyway.
I saw it in her eyes. That fire. That recklessness. That stupid, selfless bravery.
"Oh? Trying to be a hero, are we?" the white-dressed witch cooed.
Then Paicey screamed. A scream that shattered the sky itself. We covered our ears in agony as the girl was flung back.
"Evanescet oculis venefica!" Paicey chanted, voice trembling.
The girl vanished.
But so did Paicey's strength. She collapsed, coughing blood, her body falling like a broken doll.
"Paicey!" Yasha was already there, cradling her, beginning to heal—
Until black magic threw her away.
"Yasha!" We shouted.
Yasha landed near Gaia, groaning.
As the smoke cleared, she returned. The girl in white. Unbothered. Smiling.
She grabbed Paicey by the neck.
"You puny pink brat," she spat, her voice dripping venom. "You think you can scream me away?"
"Let her go, bitch!" Gaia yelled, trying to manipulate her mind.
It worked. For a second. The girl's hand trembled.
But then she smirked.
"You green-haired pest," she hissed. "Thought you could control me?"
She threw dark magic at Gaia, blasting her backward. Then she turned to Paicey again.
"Now watch her die."
Her hand lit up with dark fire, rising—
Then slamming into Paicey's stomach.
"NO!"
...