Astrid

The walls of the prison shimmered like obsidian glass, fracturing light into spectral ribbons that danced across Astrid's sun met skin. The air shook with the hum of unseen machinery, a low pulse in sync with her rising heartbeat.

"You'll see him soon enough," one whispered, voice wrapped in the garment of cruelty. "Your precious Rimor. You'll be closer than ever; piloting his fate."

Astrid's breath was steady, but her pulse betrayed her fury. No words escaped her lips. Instead, her gaze cut through the gleaming hallways ahead, tracing the outlines of her inevitable prison: the mech-chamber, a towering sphere of interlocking plates suspended in air by anti gravity ebbs.

The Orb-like cathedral awaited her, shimmering with the promise of annihilation. As she was dragged closer, the polished surface reflected her weary, unbroken eyes. They would force her to hunt Rimor, twist her devotion into the very weapon that could destroy him.

I will not break.