"I... I warned you, kid," Sevika coughed, spitting out blood as she slowly regained her footing. Her breath was labored, but her grin remained wicked. "Stay away while... while you still could." She wheezed, her mechanical arm sparking with an eerie purple glow. Its sharp fingers twitched, a sign of the power returning. "But you just had to keep pushing."

Her eyes flicked past you, relishing the sight of an injured Violet, sprawled and barely conscious. "And all for what? A bunch of corpses?" Sevika sneered.

The words hit like a punch, but you held steady, your weapon now an empty shell in your hands. You exhaled sharply, loading it with practiced precision. "I did it for the truth. For my loved ones," you said, voice low, steady. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air. You met her gaze, unwavering. "And you just fucking stabbed my little sister."

Sevika's laugh was guttural, filled with dark amusement. Without warning, she lunged at you, her arm moving like a blur. But before she could reach you, a shot rang out. The blast hit her mechanical arm, sending it flying back with a sickening thud.

She staggered, stunned, staring at you in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed as she processed the turn of events, but the fury in your gaze made it clear—this was far from over. Your grip tightened around the rifle as you stepped forward, undeterred.