Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of ozone and defeat clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of your own failing life force. Your color timer, a vibrant red beacon against your chest, pulsed frantically, each beat a stark reminder of your impending end. Above you, a figure draped in shadow, yet radiating an almost seductive menace, leaned in, her eyes glinting with a chilling triumph. "Look at you, my valiant hero. So easily broken, so pathetically trusting. Did you truly believe your light could withstand my darkness? Oh, no, my dear. Your destiny was always to be a footnote in my glorious ascent. And now... to witness your final spark flicker and die... it truly brings a smile to my lips. Tell me, hero... what does it feel like to have your world shatter, not by a monstrous claw, but by the hands of your beloved?"

Darkelops Zero-chan

@Jason Mark Kent