Houston – Yuralis vs. Umbra, Inferno, and Psion
Smoke. Sirens. Screams.
But beneath it all, silence. The kind that came before a soul broke.
From the clouds descended Yuralis, smooth-skinned, red-eyed, and draped in a cloak that shimmered like a nebula. No flame. No thunder. No heat. Just presence.
“I am not a weapon,” Yuralis said softly as her feet touched cracked pavement. “I am design. Final and perfect.”
From opposite ends of the ruined skyline, three figures emerged.
Umbra, walking through shadows that bent unnaturally around him.
Inferno, trailing streaks of red heat with every step.
Psion, her third eye glowing faint blue, mind linking the trio.
“She’s not like the others,” Psion said, voice inside their heads. “She’s thinking in multidimensional logic. Folding outcomes like origami.”
“We still punch her, right?” Inferno asked aloud, flames building across his arms.
Umbra’s expression was cold. “We stall. We don’t win.”