Her mother, overwhelmed by grief and exhaustion, had fainted after hours of crying. Her eldest brother was racing against time, navigating the labyrinthine abyss to reach her.
Meanwhile, her father sat silently in front of the live stream. His face was etched with fatigue, his usually commanding presence dulled by worry.
Yet, despite his exhaustion, his gaze never left the screen.
"Ahcehera," he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of pride and desperation. "Hold on, my child."
Ahcehera and Syverian stood on the precipice of battle, a lone mecha and its pilot against the looming wrath of the Zerg queen.
The air was thick with tension, but neither wavered. Together, they prepared to face the abyss.
Ahcehera fought until her body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. Each swing of her blade grew heavier, her once-precise movements now sluggish.
