Kara's defiant heartbeat teetered on the brink as the slab's edge pulverized her brain, the molten rock engulfing her head, sealing her skull in a fiery tomb, the heat melting her eye sockets into a blinding inferno of agony. The neural clamp's prongs, buried in her spinal core, pulsed with a relentless siphon, draining her last spark—her brother's fading smile—into a void of static, the feedback loop incinerating her nerves, her body writhing in a final, convulsive shudder. The chasm's walls, fused tight, vibrated with the mechanical arm's drill, its whirring blade slicing through her shoulder, severing it with a wet rip, blood and molten rock mingling in a grotesque dance. The air was a suffocating shroud, ash and vapor clogging her charred lungs, her pulse a faint, erratic flutter.
The molten flood surged, creeping into her nasal cavity, burning through her sinuses, the pain a supernova exploding as it fused her jawbone to the stone, silencing her last gasp. The mechanical arm's claw jammed again, sparking a violent explosion that blasted a molten shard into her chest, piercing her heart, the beat stuttering as blood gushed, pooling in the crevice. The clamp's siphon hit 99.99%, a glitch preserving a fragment of her will—her brother's laugh—but the prongs plunged deeper, targeting her soul's essence, the cold void spreading like ice through her veins. The enforcer's melted knife, embedded in her thigh, shifted, slicing a femoral artery, the gush weakening her already failing body.
A new tremor rocked the chasm, a hidden gas pocket detonating, unleashing a fireball that roared through the crevice, incinerating her remaining arm, reducing it to ash, the heat blistering her torso as her ribs cracked and fused. The slab overhead fractured further, a jagged edge hurtling down, grazing her neck, severing her carotid artery, blood spraying as her head lolled, the pain a tidal wave drowning her senses. The mechanical arm's laser fired again, its beam slicing her side, cauterizing the wound only to reopen it with a fresh gush, the sizzle deafening in the void. The drill's hum peaked, breaking through the wall, a second arm extending, its claw snapping at her face, missing by a hair but shattering her jawbone with the shockwave.
Marcus's voice, a spectral whisper through the rubble, rasped, "Kara… end… it…"—but a final cave-in crushed the sound, burying him in eternal silence. The clamp's prongs struck her soul's core, a black hole consuming her identity, her vision fracturing into a kaleidoscope of torment—Lena's victory, her brother's plea—merging as the siphon neared absolute erasure. The molten rock rose to her forehead, burning through her scalp, fusing her skull to the stone, the heat melting her brain tissue, her pulse a solitary throb against the encroaching dark. The mechanical arm's claw retracted, only to jam and explode, hurling debris that gashed her spine, paralyzing her lower body.
The chasm's walls pulsed, a final seal tightening, the slab tilting to crush her head fully, the molten flood sealing her eyes, the clamp's hum deafening as it prepared to extract her lifeless essence. The fireball's last surge ignited her hair, the flames consuming her face, and the drill's blade poised to sever her neck—her final pulse a defiant flicker against the abyss.