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“What are you doing?” Viper asked, panic rising. “That won’t even scratch it!”

“Frag out,” he whispered.

In the real world, Kael’s fingers didn’t move. But in the neon-drenched ruins of the Nexus, exploded into motion. flamefrags edit

A silent shockwave of heat washed over Kael’s faceplate. From the crystal’s core, a thousand razor-thin filaments of liquid fire erupted in every direction. They ignored the shields—shields only block solid projectiles. These were pure, targeted heat.

He was three corridors away when the world turned white. “What are you doing

Kael slid. Not on his knees, but through a collapsing firewall, his digital body phasing into a heat-haze. He came up behind them.

“Showoff,” Viper laughed over the comm. But in the neon-drenched ruins of the Nexus,

“Eyes up, Frags,” crackled Viper, his spotter. “Three golems on your six. They’re packing adaptive shields.”