Beam cuts into Simurgh

I took aim, flipping the gun around so the barrel pointed forward, and a crosshair appeared at my target. The tinkertech.

The golden laser flashed through the air, illuminating streets and buildings below me. Her wing, at the same time, came out, a shield to block the machinery she carried with her. The laser cut into the exterior, leaving her silver wings with a shaky scar that glowed a molten gold at the edges.

She ignored me, putting a large wing in the way as I continued to try to find an angle where I could tear into that tinkertech.

I could hear it now. The scream.

In red-edged letters, a countdown began rolling down in the corner of my vision. Exposure.

- Last 20.1

I looked past the cloud to the vague image of the Simurgh's face, still wrapped by tendrils.

The beam cut through some of it, tracing a burning glowing line through her, while I crouched on the ground.

- Last 20.3