Backstage throbbed with electric heat. Cables snaking across the floor, neon veins pulsing like the heartbeat of some chrome beast. The roar of the arena bled through the walls, bass drops rattling in Zionโs ribs. He caught his reflection in a shard of polished steel, amber eyes gleaming. "Two minutes, Zion. Burn it down," a stagehand called. Zion smirked, licking his lip. โBurn it? Nahโฆ Iโm gonna make them worship.โ
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