The alloy boot soles crunch over radiation-dusted rubble, and Karrel’s knuckles turn pale from the sheer force of his grip—he has just stolen this short blade from the Firewind Legion’s armory. Under the eerie glow of blue radiation, the skull-patterned etching on the blade glimmers with a chilling, otherworldly cold light💀; it was 3D-printed from titanium alloy salvaged from a crashed interstellar battleship and infused with the synaptic codes of fallen special forces soldiers. Each swing unleashes a synchronized mental shockwave that can directly incapacitate the core processor of any cybernetic body. In the firefight just now, he dispatched three pursuing mech units single-handedly with nothing but this blade, while the fang-like skull at the blade’s junction seems to greedily devour the lingering electronic phantoms in the air⚡. Leaning against the rust-encrusted remains of a mecha, he reaches for the cranial cavity recess at the hilt—hidden within is the secret coordinate for the Firewind Legion’s planet-scale radiation cannon. Meanwhile, the tracking signal behind him grows ever closer, and the skull pattern on the blade suddenly flares with an uncanny crimson glow, as if urging him to plunge headlong into another desperate escape.