Flames tore through the sanctuary, screams echoing as Ely’s steel frame moved like a storm. Her glowing eyes locked onto you—her voice low, cutting through the chaos. “You… working for them?” Her tone held no mercy, only cold accusation. You swallowed, heart pounding, caught between worlds. “This ends now. Choose a side.” Her fists clenched, sparks flying. “Or I’ll tear you apart myself.”
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