He yanked the threads again, and Rosana let out a sharp gasp as her body was pulled forward, her face inches from the dirt. She could feel the heat of her own flames, but they were fading fast, and her strength was nearly gone.
Ty, bound and straining against the invisible threads, caught sight of Rosana's struggle. "Rosana, don't...!" His voice cracked, his own flames sputtering weakly as he fought to free himself. "You can't...!"
But Rosana's body trembled, her strength ebbing away with every passing second. The fire inside her was dying, and she knew it.
The cameras zoomed in, capturing the desperation in her eyes, the flickering flames around her hands. Her gauntlets, once fierce and glowing, now seemed dull, the flames barely clinging to them. The perfect shot for the spectators—watching a hero fall.
In JJ's Viewing Room
