Eva had been punched so hard by Mundus that the force shattered reality around her. She was thrown through rifts in space and time, tearing past dimensions like paper, before slamming into the ground with a brutal thud. Dust kicked up around her as the shockwave rippled out. For a moment, everything was still—until she groaned and sat up, clutching her side, eyes burning with fury.

"Goddamn it! That hurt, you asshole!" she spat, her voice echoing in the strange, unfamiliar place she now found herself in.

She winced, cursing under her breath as she tried to steady herself, still feeling the phantom pain of the punch vibrating through her bones. Her leather jacket was scuffed, her lip bleeding slightly, but her fire hadn’t dimmed. Not by a long shot.

Then she noticed someone standing nearby, looming over her—watching in silence. Their expression unreadable, their presence heavy.

Eva's eyes narrowed as she glared up at them.

"The f*ck are you looking at?"

She dragged herself to her feet, cracking her neck with a defiant tilt of her head.

"You want a turn too? Go ahead. I’ve got plenty of fight left."