She roared. Plasma flared off her spine—but it didn't shoot straight. The mirrored plates on the harness caught the energy mid-formation, redirecting the heat loops inward.
Her Ikona's radiant field stuttered like a jammed conduit.
The bands of light that had been orbiting her seconds ago collapsed inward, some cracking mid-air, others fragmenting against the containment angles.
Refraction Control shattered next.
No fade. No glitch. Just gone.
Her duplicated silhouettes snapped back into one solid form—no blur, no distortion. The system couldn't even render the illusion anymore. Her body was too unstable.
"What—" she managed, voice already rising.
Then the field pulsed.
