As the days wore on, Lena found herself torn between the demands of the war and the need for self-preservation. The war was relentless, and the pressure to use the core's power was suffocating. But each time she used it, it felt like a small piece of her soul was chipped away, like she was losing the very essence of who she was.
The internal struggle was unbearable. Lena had always been a fighter, always driven by the need to protect others. But now, as she looked at the galaxy on the verge of collapse, she couldn't help but wonder if the price of victory was too high. If the cost of saving the galaxy was her very soul.
And even as she questioned everything, the war raged on, demanding decisions, demanding sacrifices. And every time she chose to wield the core, she wondered—was she saving the galaxy, or was she losing herself in the process?