"You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself, her voice a raspy tether to her fading courage. "But I can't hear a word you say."
Another volley of fire hit her—red pulses of heat and blue streaks of electricity. She walked through the storm, each hit ringing out like a hammer on an anvil. She wasn't just surviving; she was reflecting. The city's attempts to destroy her were only proving how indestructible she had become. david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
The Enforcer raised his rifle. A beam of concentrated sound—a sonic bullet meant to shatter bone—erupted from the barrel. It struck her square in the chest. The air rippled with the impact, and the pavement beneath her cracked. But Elara didn't fall. "You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself,
"Shoot me down," she whispered, her eyes burning with a steady, unbreakable light. "But I won't fall. I am titanium." She wasn't just surviving; she was reflecting