Location: Sub-Level 9 – Echo Containment Vaults
Grim slammed his arm through the wall again, nearly taking your head with it. Concrete and steel rained down as you and Leon dove behind cover, bleeding, gasping.
"He's not slowing down," Leon growled, wincing as he reloaded.
You ducked next to him, adrenaline blurring the pain. "Because he doesn't have to. He doesn't feel pain the same way. Zeyren did something to him."
Leon wiped blood from his brow. "Yeah. Turned him into a damn wrecking ball."
Another crash. The metal floor buckled as Grim roared through the dust. You could feel his footsteps.
You scanned the room—power conduits, coolant lines, emergency failsafes.
Then you spotted it.
"Leon. That support beam—centered above the fuel reserve?"
He followed your gaze.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he said.
You nodded. "Lure him under it. We overload the tank. Drop the ceiling on him. Then we run like hell."
Leon actually smirked. "That's the first decent idea you've had all day."
"Thanks," you muttered, popping a stim and forcing your legs to move.
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The Trap
Grim saw you move.
He charged, full-speed, arms dragging sparks across the walls.
You led him straight into the center, yelling, "NOW, LEON!"
Leon rolled into position, shot the support core above Grim—and fired three shots into the fuel pipe.
The ceiling cracked—then collapsed.
Grim roared, buried under steel and flames.
Silence.
Smoke filled the corridor.
You coughed, trying to catch your breath.
"Did we get him?" Leon asked.
And then—
The steel shifted.
Not an arm.
Not a leg.
A claw—melted, bone exposed—ripped upward.
And Grim rose again.
Still standing.
Leon's voice dropped. "Jesus…"
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Final Scene
Grim's entire right side was crushed. Metal fused into his flesh. An eye missing. But he didn't care.
He took a step forward.
And smiled.
"…you'll need a better plan."