A flicker of light—sudden, sharp—and the group dropped into cover. Armed guards emerged, sleek and efficient, their faces masked, weapons raised. The battle ignited like wildfire. Bullets hissed through the tunnels, echoing against stone and steel. But the coalition was prepared. Rhea darted forward, her movements a blend of grace and raw power, disarming and disabling with lethal precision. Mayang summoned the earth itself—roots twisting up through cracks in the floor, snaring limbs, toppling guards.
“Push forward!” Bintang shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. “For the land. For the future!”
Thalia focused, channeling psychic waves that rippled through the enemy ranks. Minds scrambled, soldiers confused, some dropping weapons mid-fight, others turning on each other in disarray. “Disrupt and dismantle!” she urged. Her power was a storm within the shadows, intangible but devastating.