Aftermath of Victory

The sounds of the Alliance flagship faded into a distant hum as Lena stood at the edge of the observation deck. Her eyes stared out at the wreckage of Serai, now a desolate expanse littered with the debris of Rhytil warships and the remnants of battle. The victory was undeniable, but the taste of triumph was bittersweet.

The core still hummed in the back of her mind, a constant, intrusive presence that made her feel like a stranger in her own skin. Every breath she took seemed to carry the weight of the choices she had made, and the more she relied on the core, the more she felt herself drifting further from the person she used to be.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to block out the overwhelming rush of emotions. The core's power was addictive, but it was also corrupting her. She could feel it—its tendrils wrapping around her, slowly claiming her thoughts, twisting them into something alien.

"You did it," Elias's voice broke through the silence, pulling her from her thoughts.

Lena turned to see him standing in the doorway, his face a mixture of concern and admiration. Elias had always been there for her, even when she didn't deserve it. He had supported her decision to use the core, even when he feared the consequences. And now, with the battle won, she couldn't help but wonder if he still saw her as the person she once was.

"I did," she replied softly, forcing a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "But at what cost?"

Elias walked toward her, his footsteps soft, careful. He stood beside her, looking out at the stars, his eyes not leaving the distant battlefield. "The cost is worth it, Lena. You saved countless lives today. We won."

Lena shook her head, her breath catching in her throat. "But I don't feel like I won. I feel... empty. Like I'm losing myself with every decision I make."

Elias's hand rested on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. "You're still you, Lena. I can see it. The core—it's powerful, but it doesn't define you. You're stronger than it."

But Lena wasn't sure anymore. Every time she used the core, it took more of her away. The way it spoke to her, the way it bent the world to her will, it was all too much. She couldn't ignore the alien presence anymore. It was there, whispering in her ear, urging her to take more, to use more of its power.

The core was changing her, and she wasn't sure if she could stop it.