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.
"I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward. The Enforcers recoiled, their sensors screaming in confusion. "But all your bullets ricochet." david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
The Enforcer raised his rifle. A beam of concentrated sound—a sonic bullet meant to shatter bone—erupted from the barrel. It struck her square in the chest. The air rippled with the impact, and the pavement beneath her cracked. But Elara didn't fall. Another volley of fire hit her—red pulses of
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. The city's attempts to destroy her were only
Elara looked up, her eyes catching the flicker of a broken billboard. She felt the weight of every insult, every attempt to break her down, and she felt them transform. They weren't wounds anymore; they were fuel.
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.
"Shoot me down," she whispered, her eyes burning with a steady, unbreakable light. "But I won't fall. I am titanium."