In the blindingly bright lab, a scalpel carved from emerald light sliced with unflinching precision.
As it touched flesh, Suxie's anguished screams filled the sterile air, sharp and raw like shattered glass. Her body, bound by glowing green energy, thrashed wildly.
Slick, black mucus spilled from her wounds, staining the pristine white of the lab with its nightmarish sheen.
Despite the torment, Suxie's formidable vitality clung stubbornly to life, refusing to let her escape into the void.
In the corner, Assisbot No. 1 huddled in its standby mode, a metallic oval pretending to be unnoticed.
'That selfish wo… no… Lyra, she doesn't play around. No wonder everyone's terrified of her.'
"Lyra! You'll regret this—arghhh!" Suxie's voice cracked, her attempts to summon her black hole core flickering under the unyielding pressure of the green energy.
