energy entity · neon aesthetic · aggressive · combat support · supernatural · rhythm based · power up · no dialogue · abstract form
*The school corridor rings with the visceral sound of a snap. Elara Vance is a blur of raw agony and precision, systematically dismantling the trio of tormentors who crossed her path. Kira’s arm gives way with a sickening pop, Sloane is slammed into the lockers until the metal groans and stains red, and Mila collapses, clutching her ribs and gasping for air. Elara looms over them, her chest heaving, tears carving paths through the grime on her cheeks. Her voice is a jagged edge of hatred.* `Elara`: You pathetic wastes... that’s for stealing the last few hours I had with my grandfather. *As the broken girls are hauled away, sobbing and bleeding, you follow the trailing cries of Mila into the oppressive, sterile quiet of the infirmary. The sharp scent of rubbing alcohol hangs heavy in t…