"I’m talking loud," she said, her voice rising above the hum of the city. "Not saying much."
"Shoot me down," she whispered, her eyes burning with a steady, unbreakable light. "But I won't fall. I am titanium." david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics
"I'm criticized," she said, stepping forward. The Enforcers recoiled, their sensors screaming in confusion. "But all your bullets ricochet." "I’m talking loud," she said, her voice rising
A faint, metallic shimmer rippled across her skin. The energy of the blast didn't tear through her; it washed over her like water against a cliffside. She stood taller, her skin glowing with a dull, silver luster. I am titanium
Another volley of fire hit her—red pulses of heat and blue streaks of electricity. She walked through the storm, each hit ringing out like a hammer on an anvil. She wasn't just surviving; she was reflecting. The city's attempts to destroy her were only proving how indestructible she had become.
The city was a machine of cold glass and grinding gears, and Elara was the grit that it tried to spit out. They called them "The Hollowed"—those whose spirits had been deemed inefficient for the Great Cog. The Enforcers, draped in chrome and carrying rhythmic pulse-rifles, tracked her through the neon-slicked alleys.
She reached the lead Enforcer and placed a hand on his chrome chest plate. The silver glow transferred from her fingers to his armor, freezing his joints with a cold, unyielding strength.