The ritual daggers embedded in Ha-jun's armor crack and shatter. Green-gold light pours from the wounds like smoke.

Ha-jun draws his sword. The blade ignites with black and silver qi that shouldn't exist anymore.

First coven member falls. Ha-jun moves like he did in the old wars.

The truck doors fall. Massive steel slices clatter to the ground.

Reyn turns from the altar preparations. His smile finally falters.

The duel begins. Sword meets spell in a cascade of qi and violet light.

Brutal close-quarters exchange. Ha-jun takes a hit to open Reyn's guard.

Nari tries to stand. Her legs won't cooperate. The drug pulls her down.

Nari crawls toward the cooking station. The duel rages behind her.

Nari's hand finds the ladle. Her fingers close around it.

Nari reaches for the cooking pot. Her other hand finds the counter edge for support.

Reyn notices Nari at the counter. His laugh echoes across the battlefield.

Ha-jun is bleeding. Three wounds visible. But he hasn't moved from the doorway.

Nari opens the backend console with one hand. Green text floods her vision.

Nari scrolls through the code. Her fingers hover, ready to write.

The Administrator's presence flickers at the edge of the console. Watching. Waiting.

Ha-jun takes another hit. His knee buckles. He drives his sword into the ground and stands anyway.

Nari's vision blurs. Blood dripping from somewhere. But the code is clear. She can still write.

Nari's finger descends. The publish command activates. Green light erupts from the console.

Reyn feels the publish. His head snaps toward the truck. His face twists with fury.

Nari slumps against the counter. The publish is done. Her hand falls from the console.

Ha-jun turns to look at Nari through the doorway. His expression—something breaking in his stone face.