"Right behind you, Spark-plug!" Jax roared back. He pulled his hover-bike into a vertical climb, the engine screaming a high-octane soprano. He breached the ledge, skidding between Lyra and the lead Sentinel. With a flick of his wrist, he deployed a magnetic pulse. CRACK-BOOM.

She didn't wait for the next wave. Lyra dove off the edge of the sky-bridge, falling into the neon abyss. Azure - Can't Steel my Love (High Energy)

Jax didn't hesitate. He dived after her, his bike's thrusters screaming in a frantic, high-energy rhythm. He caught her mid-air, the Spark flaring into a blinding, golden supernova that momentarily turned the blue city into a cathedral of light. "Right behind you, Spark-plug

Behind her, the Sentinels—towering automatons of cold, matte metal—thundered in pursuit. Their optics glowed a menacing crimson, scanning the rain-lashed air. They weren't after credits or data; they were after the glowing core strapped to Lyra’s chest. It was the "Spark," a pre-collapse relic rumored to hold the only thing the corporate overlords couldn’t manufacture: pure, unsimulated human emotion. With a flick of his wrist, he deployed a magnetic pulse

The Sentinel’s joints locked, blue sparks showering the bridge like lethal confetti.