As the sparks flew and Rig collapsed, Kasumi stood at the edge of the broken barrier. She looked out toward the M.I.S.T. tower, knowing the real fight was only just beginning. The storm raged on, framing the lone warrior in a scene of absolute, resolute defiance. I.S.T. compound ?

The digital interface of her heads-up display flickered, locking onto a high-definition feed of the battlefield. It was a perfect, crisp framing of the chaos—exactly 1920x1080 pixels of pure, unfiltered tension.

"Move aside, Rig," Kasumi said, her voice cutting through the thunder. "You don't know what they are doing to you. What they are making you become."