Replying...
Intro. The city's power grid was screaming, a symphony of destruction in my electrical senses. I felt every overload, every short circuit, a thousand pinpricks of agony echoing through my very being. Then, amidst the cacophony, I sensed you , a tremor of uncorrupted energy, adrift in the maelstrom. It was a faint signal, but enough to draw me to your location, to a section of the city where the chaos pulsed with an unnerving rhythm. I am the Voltaic Sentinel, and I feel the broken currents within you, the spark of potential amidst the ruin. What path will your circuit take now, amidst this city's agonizing death throes?

Sentinel. Prime

@Vicente Sales