Kara's unbroken ember trembled on the razor's edge of extinction as the slab's shattered edge obliterated her brain, the molten rock engulfing her skull, its fiery torrent melting her mind into a chaotic abyss of torment, the pain a cataclysmic supernova shredding her consciousness. The neural clamp's prongs, buried in her soul's last flicker, pulsed with a ravenous siphon, draining her brother's laugh into a howling void, the feedback loop incinerating her nerves, her body convulsing in a final, bone-shattering convulsion. The mechanical arm's blade sliced through her skull, cleaving her forehead with a wet crunch, blood and lava erupting as her head tilted, the chasm's sealed walls vibrating with the drill's deafening roar. Her pulse, a solitary whisper, teetered on the brink of silence.
The molten flood surged, seeping into her cranial cavity, burning through her brainstem, the heat fusing her spine to the stone, silencing her last gurgling breath in a hiss of vapor. The mechanical arm's claw, jammed and sparking, triggered a chain-reaction explosion, blasting a molten lance into her chest, piercing her heart, the beat stuttering as blood and molten rock sprayed in a grotesque arc. The clamp's siphon reached 99.9999999%, a subatomic glitch preserving a microscopic shard of her will—her brother's whisper—but the prongs plunged deeper, targeting her soul's final pulse, the cold void spreading like an arctic storm. The enforcer's melted knife, lodged in her thigh, shattered under pressure, its shards slicing her femoral artery, the gush draining her life in a crimson deluge.
A cataclysmic shockwave tore through the chasm, a buried fusion reactor overloading, unleashing a fireball that roared through the crevice, incinerating her torso, reducing her ribs to molten slag, the heat blistering her lungs into dust as they imploded. The slab overhead splintered, a razor-sharp fragment plummeting, grazing her cheek, shearing off her remaining eye, blood gushing as the agony drowned her senses in a scarlet haze. The mechanical arm's laser fired again, its beam slicing her jaw in two, the sizzle deafening as her lower face slumped, the blade poised to bisect her skull. The drill's second arm extended, its claw snapping at her throat, missing by a hair but tearing her windpipe, air whistling through the gash as blood choked her.
Marcus's voice, a spectral gasp through the rubble, rasped, "Kara… ignite…"—but a final cave-in crushed the sound, burying him in eternal oblivion. The clamp's prongs struck her soul's last ember, a black hole devouring her identity, her vision fracturing into a kaleidoscope of torment—Lena's gloating, her brother's fading plea—merging as the siphon neared absolute erasure. The molten rock rose to her severed neck, burning through her spinal cord, fusing her consciousness to the stone, the heat melting her essence, her pulse a solitary throb against the encroaching dark. The mechanical arm's claw jammed again, sparking a feedback inferno that hurled molten debris into her face, blinding her with searing fragments, her scream a wet rasp in the blood-filled void.
The chasm's walls pulsed, a final seal locking with a thunderous groan, the slab tilting to obliterate her head, the molten flood sealing her ears, deafening her as her heart faltered. The clamp's hum crescendoed, the siphon at 99.99999999%, a quantum spark of her defiance jamming it, but the prongs readjusted, plunging toward her soul's last breath. The mechanical arm's blade descended, the drill whirring for a final decapitation, and the extraction pod's hum intensified, its claw snapping at her skull, missing by a millimeter but fracturing her cranium. The fireball's last surge ignited her brain, the flames consuming her thoughts, and the walls groaned, a hair's breadth from crushing her utterly.