Their power armor whirred to life, the system responding instantly. Syringes hissed as the golden blood was injected into their veins. Fire roared through their bodies, a surge of raw power that burned away fatigue and fear.
Their vision sharpened, their reflexes heightened, and their strength amplified. But even with the golden blood, they were still outmatched.
The serpent lunged, its massive body uncoiling like a spring, its jaws wide open, ready to devour them whole.
Nyra and Lyra moved as one, their movements synchronized by years of battle and unspoken trust. Nyra's twin blades flashed, striking at the creature's scales, while Lyra's handguns barked, each shot aimed at the serpent's glowing eyes. Sparks flew as their attacks connected, but the beast barely flinched.
