A wounded Sevika staggered to her feet, one hand clutching her gut as she sucked in a ragged breath. Blood dripped between her fingers, but she still managed to turn toward you, her expression hardening.

You struggled to stay upright, your body screaming in protest, but you didn’t move from your spot. Vi knelt behind you, her breath shallow, one hand pressed against the wound in her stomach as blood seeped through her fingers.

Sevika exhaled sharply, spitting crimson onto the ground.

"I warned you, kid," she rasped. "Told you to walk away while you still could. Save yourself."

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she steadied herself. The dim light caught the violet sparks dancing across her mechanical arm, the sharp fingers twitching, recalibrating.

"But no. You just had to keep pushing."

Her gaze flicked past you, lingering on Vi, who barely had the strength to lift her head. Sevika scoffed.

"And for what?" she sneered. "For a bunch of corpses?"

The chamber of your rifle clicked as you loaded another round. Your hands were steady, your breath slow and controlled despite the fire burning in your chest.

"I did it for the truth," you muttered. "For the people I love."

You locked eyes with her, raising the barrel, your voice a low growl.

"And you just fucking stabbed one of them."

Sevika barely had time to smirk before you pulled the trigger. The shot slammed into her arm, sending a violent jolt through the metal limb. Sparks burst from the joint, and she staggered, her face twisting in shock.

She looked up—only to find your rifle still aimed at her, your glare ice-cold.

"So you better start praying."