An Alliance of Enemies
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The mercury entity shifted its blank gaze from Leo to Cora. It processed the new, bright, structured energy she radiated.

"AETHERIUS PATTERN," it buzzed. "CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL. SECONDARY TARGET."

It split. Literally. One half of its mass lunged at Leo, the other flowed towards Cora in a silver tide.

Cora didn't flinch. Her hands moved in sharp, precise patterns. "Lattice-Seal: Binding!" she snapped. Geometric lines of silver light shot from her fingertips, weaving into a net that fell over the entity-half charging her.

The net tightened, and the mercury substance hissed, struggling against the pure, structured energy.

But it was only half its attention. The other half was on Leo.

"BREACH-BEARER. YOU WILL BE ASSIMILATED," it grated, reforming into a humanoid shape.

Leo backed away, his mind racing. He couldn't just keep rejecting it. He had to hurt it. His Breach Heart thrummed, a dark drumbeat of power. He needed to use the energy, not just command it.

He clenched his fist. He focuse
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