Meiling stared at the approaching red monster, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. This was the closest she had ever been to death, the air thick with the stench of blood and salt from the sea.
Her heart hammered wildly, but she forced herself to regain her cool. She couldn't let her followers see her falter. With a deep inhale, she summoned her strength, and her golden dragon, woven from her Imperial Qi threads, surged forward like a beacon of hope.
"Everyone, attack now!" Meiling shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Fire everything you've got! Don't hold back!"
Her loyal Lan followers snapped into action. "Yes, Lady Meiling!" one of them yelled, a burly woman, as she raised her power-embedded gun. The weapon glowed with infused energy, humming with power. She pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of crackling bolts that streaked toward the monster.
