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As Myst's control faltered, the battlefield descended into chaos.

The Clan pushed forward, fueled by desperation, while the Government retaliated with ruthless efficiency. Then, Luthor made his move.

A new wave of enforcers entered, more advanced, stronger. Ripping through the battlefield with deadly precision. Their movements were calculated, inhuman, each strike designed to kill.

The Clan struggled to hold their ground, their exhaustion evident in the sluggishness of their counterattacks. Blaze cursed under his breath as an enforcer's blade nearly cut him down, barely deflecting the blow. Razor moved to cover him, but even he was faltering.

Myst, her mind still reeling from her restored humanity, hesitated. She could feel everything again—fear, pain, hope—and it made her vulnerable. She turned, just for a second, toward Flux.

And in that second, an enforcer lunged.

Flux saw it. Panic surged through him, sharp and electric. His body reacted before his mind did. His AI screamed warnings, blaring in his head, but he ignored them.

He didn't think—he acted.

The static exploded outward as his AI took full control, overriding everything. The battlefield warped beneath them. Metal twisted and groaned, the ground splitting open as if the world itself had cracked.

A vortex of violet energy spiraled outward, and suddenly, the enforcers were no longer standing on solid ground.

One by one, the Government forces were swallowed whole. Mechanical screams of enforcers echoed before they vanished into the abyss below. Even the war drones flickered and failed, their systems short-circuiting from the sheer magnitude of Flux's power.

In seconds, the Government forces were gone. The earth rumbled, sending shockwaves through what remained of the battlefield.

And then, silence.

The dust settled. The Clan stood frozen, their chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. None of them moved. None of them spoke. They couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

Myst turned to Flux, her breath shaky. His body was trembling, his form flickering between human and something else—something unstable. His eyes glowed too bright, too sharp, violet energy pulsing through his veins like fire.

She was about to step towards him.

Then, from the shadows, something moved.

A mechanical claw shot out, sleek and sharp, latching onto Flux's arm with brutal force. His body jerked violently as he was dragged backward, his feet scraping against the fractured ground.

A second claw emerged, clamping onto his leg, yanking him further toward the abyss he had unknowingly created.

"Flux!" Myst screamed, reaching for him using her power. Her fingers brushed against his, so close, but...

Too late.

His body was yanked down, disappearing into the darkness below. The last thing she saw was his glowing eyes dimming, swallowed by the void.

Silence. A cold, suffocating silence.

Myst stood there, frozen, her entire body trembling. The others looked on in shock, unable to move, unable to process what had just happened. The battlefield was quiet now, the war momentarily forgotten in the face of what they had just lost.

Razor's voice cut through the shock. "We have to go. Now."

Cipher stared at the spot where Flux had vanished, his hands clenched tight enough to draw blood. "Damn it! He...he was just there."

Shade's voice was hollow. "We don't have time. If we stay—"

Nyx stood still, his usual arrogance stripped away, replaced with something unreadable. His lips parted, but no words came out.

Myst shook her head, her fingers twitching at her side. "There's no way—he can't be gone. We—we should look—"

She dropped to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt weightless. "No. No, no, no—" Her knees dragging her towards the edge.

Echo moved first, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Myst, we have to go. Now."

She shook her head violently. "I can't just leave him!"

"We don't have a choice!" Blaze snapped, his voice cracking. "He's fucking gone!"

Myst recoiled like she'd been struck. Gone.

Razor gritted his teeth, his voice thick with grief. "We make sure it wasn't for nothing." He went near Myst and forcefully lifted her body, laying her over his shoulder before leading the group.

With agony in every step, they fled.

The battlefield remained eerily still, the echoes of war fading into the distant hum of the city. Smoke curled into the sky, blotting out the stars. The weight of loss settled over them like a shroud.

Flux was gone.

And the war was far from over.