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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. "You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself,
A faint, metallic shimmer rippled across her skin. The energy of the blast didn't tear through her; it washed over her like water against a cliffside. She stood taller, her skin glowing with a dull, silver luster. She felt the weight of every insult, every
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.
"I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward. The Enforcers recoiled, their sensors screaming in confusion. "But all your bullets ricochet."