Chapter 15 - The Touch of Death
The mercenaries turned their weapons toward the treeline just as Elara exploded onto the manicured lawn.
She was a terrifying vision of absolute destruction, her eyes glowing with a blinding, lethal purple light.
Every step she took left a footprint of smoking black ash in the perfect green grass, the very earth rotting beneath her power.
Commander Graves stared in absolute fascination, her cybernetic eye whirring as it calculated the impossible energy readings.
Do not shoot the girl, you absolute fools, use the suppression nets to capture her alive.
Four mercenaries stepped forward, firing massive, electrified steel nets from heavy shoulder-mounted cannons.
The heavy steel meshes flew through the air, completely enveloping Elara and dragging her violently to the ground.
Thousands of volts of electricity surged through the metal, designed to instantly paralyze a massive rhinoceros.
Silas roared in fury, unleashing a massive wave of green kinetic energy that sent three mercenaries flying into the fountain.
But Elara did not need his help to escape the brutal trap.
She grabbed the electrified steel net with her bare hands, feeding her absolute rage directly into the metal fibers.
The heavy titanium mesh instantly rusted, turned brittle, and dissolved into a cloud of harmless gray dust.
She stood up, her purple aura flaring so brightly that the mercenaries instinctively shielded their eyes in terror.
She locked her glowing eyes on the nearest heavily armored guard and simply raised her right hand.
An invisible, concussive wave of pure rot blasted across the lawn, striking the mercenary squarely in the chest.
The man’s advanced tactical armor instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust, leaving him completely exposed and screaming in panic.
Elara did not hurt the man himself, managing to pull the lethal energy back just a fraction of a second before it touched his skin.
Graves lowered her pulse rifle, a wicked, greedy smile spreading across her scarred face as she watched the display of raw power.
Arthur was an absolute fool to keep you locked in a wheelchair, Elara, you are the most beautiful weapon I have ever seen.
She pressed a button on her wrist communicator, and the three helicopters suddenly armed massive, heavy machine guns.
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If you do not surrender right now, little weapon, I will have my choppers slaughter every single horse in those stables.
Elara froze, the purple energy flickering aggressively as she looked at the terrified animals trapped in the wooden barns.
