Chapter 147
The dreamscape trembled beneath their feet, still fractured from the last clash. Mydei hovered in the air, shadowy wings outstretched, eyes burning with crimson fury. His form was a manifestation of loss, vengeance, and power unchecked. Below him, Firefly stood resolute, armor scorched, yet her stance unwavering.
"You’re persistent," Mydei growled, descending slowly like a reaper from on high. "Why? You know you can’t win."
"Because Yuri still believes in you," Firefly replied, panting, fists clenched. "And so do I. Even if you’ve forgotten what it means to be human."
Mydei’s face twisted. "Human? That weakness is what killed me. What killed us."
He dove.
Firefly barely had time to brace before he struck, their impact sending shockwaves that split the ground apart. She was driven back, metal screeching as his halberd dragged across her chestplate. She retaliated with a pulse grenade at point-blank range. The explosion engulfed them both, but only Firefly stumbled away, coughing through the static of her comms.
Mydei emerged through the smoke unharmed, the shadows around him shielding him like a second skin. He reached out—and from the air, conjured a dozen spectral blades. With a flick of his hand, they launched toward Firefly in a perfect, spiraling storm.
She activated her chrono-field, time slowing just enough to weave through the barrage. One blade nicked her helmet. Another sliced across her thigh. But she pressed forward, leaping from fractured ground to floating platforms, each step propelled by grit and defiance.
Yuri watched, hands trembling. The vision blurred between memory and now—he saw Mydei laughing with him, training with him. Then blood. Fire. Betrayal.
And now, Firefly.
She reached Mydei again and slammed into him with a shoulder charge, sending them both spiraling into the air. There, suspended in the white void, they clashed with the fury of gods.