The cold air hung thick with tension as Phase 2 commenced. From his vantage point atop the crumbling skyscraper, Val could see everything.

The district below was a chaotic mess of crumbling structures, flickering shadows, and the acrid smell of gunpowder lingering in the night air. He watched as the deeper ranks of the Serpentine Syndicate mobilized, their leaders stepping into the fray with hardened expressions and battle-ready stances. These weren't the low-ranked grunts; they were the syndicate's elite, seasoned fighters with devastating abilities and ruthless precision.

Umbra, we've got incoming, Riggs's voice crackled over the mind link, punctuated by a grunt as he dodged a bolt of energy that sizzled past, lighting up the cracked pavement.

I see them, Val replied, eyes narrowing. He could already feel the tension in the air, an almost electric hum as power gathered on both sides. His fingers flexed as he relayed his orders.

Frost, keep them pinned in sector six. Aura, control the air currents to cut their mobility. Terra, keep the ground unstable. No one gets through.

Copy, Bo's voice echoed with a determined edge.

He raised his gloved hand, a chill emanating outward that crystallized the very air. A wall of jagged ice erupted from the ground, the crackling roar carrying over the battle's chaos.

Fuckin' showtime, Riggs muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips beneath his mask.

With a flick of his wrist, he commanded the wind to form swirling mini-tornadoes that howled through the narrow streets, scattering debris and pushing their foes into a defensive stance.

Fon's boots dug into the earth, the muscles in his forearm tensed as he channeled power into the ground. The street vibrated before splitting into jagged fissures, sending tremors that rattled buildings and upended anyone unfortunate enough to be caught off guard. The deep rumble was so loud, it traveled all the way back to HQ, making a few of the commanders flinch in their seats.

"Holy shit, this is like watching hell unfold," an officer in HQ muttered, his eyes wide as the live feed showed Syndicate elites shouting orders, trying to rally their forces against the onslaught.

A voice cut through the chaos over the mind link.

I've got visual on an ability user with fire. Southeast corner. Bo's tone was sharp. The camera feed flickered as a Syndicate elite ignited, the flames on his fists casting a dancing glow across the battlefield.

On it, Val commanded without hesitation. Frost, suppress with cold. Aura, create a diversion to blind his line of sight.

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Bo didn't waste a second. With an audible hiss, an icy fog swept out from his palms, blanketing the area and snuffing out the ambient flames. The fire user cursed, swinging wildly as his vision blurred.

"Damn it! I can't see!" came the Syndicate member's panicked shout, only to be met by Riggs's fierce wind sweeping the fog into a blinding cyclone.

"Take that, bastard," Riggs whispered under his breath, eyes alight with the thrill of combat. His wind howled, a bone-chilling sound as it whipped around corners and sent Syndicate soldiers tumbling like rag dolls.

Terra, now! Val's order cut in, crisp and commanding.

Fon stomped, the ground responding with an angry lurch that cracked stone and swallowed enemy boots whole.

The feedback at HQ erupted in exclamations as a wave of rubble rose, catching the fire user mid-scream and slamming him into a concrete wall. The thud reverberated through the speakers, followed by the sharp crack of bone.

"Yeah, how's that for a welcome party?" Fon muttered, the edge of a grin visible behind his mask.

The next wave of Syndicate elites stormed into view, one wielding blades made of glowing, serrated energy. They moved with a lethal grace, their shouts mingling with the sharp ring of metal slicing the air.

Frost, on your left! Riggs called, his voice tight as one of the blade-wielders lunged at Bo.

Bo spun, his breath turning the air to frost as he thrust his hand forward. Shards of ice shot out, glinting under the moonlight as they embedded into the enemy's chest, cutting off a scream. The Syndicate elite fell, crimson spilling across the frost-bitten street.

Keep it tight! Val snapped.

Then, his eyes flickered to a new set of markers on his tactical display. These were the true threats—abilities lit up like beacons. More elites inbound. Don't lose your focus.

The sounds of battle—ice cracking, wind roaring, stone crunching under force—echoed with a deafening intensity. Screams of pain and the sharp staccato of orders shouted between Syndicate members added to the chaos.

HQ was awash with tension, officers leaning forward in their seats as if that could bring them closer to the fight unfolding before them.

"They're breaking formation," a commander said, almost breathless.

"More like they're getting their asses handed to them," another muttered, eyes wide as Riggs launched into a spin, his wind tearing a Syndicate duo off their feet and sending them smashing into a crumbling statue.

Umbra, Fon's voice carried an edge of urgency, Something's off. We're seeing fewer grunts and more top brass showing up.

Val's eyes narrowed. Understood. Get ready for Phase 3. This is just the warm-up.

Back at HQ, the chatter quieted as everyone's eyes locked onto the central monitor.

A new figure emerged, her presence sending an eerie silence rippling through the Syndicate's forces. She was tall, with an aura of deadly grace, and golden snake tattoos coiled around her wrists, shimmering under the moonlight.

Val felt his breath catch as the air grew heavy. The feed picked up her voice, soft but dripping with menace. "I see Clareo has sent its finest toys to play."

Bo stiffened, eyes darting to the new threat.

Phase 3 begins now, Val said, his voice like steel, as the woman's eyes met the nearest camera, a dangerous smile curving her lips.

"Let's dance," she whispered.

Val disappeared from his perch, and reappeared just a few miles away where both can see each other. His boots hit the crumbling ledge of a nearby structure, and he stood to meet her gaze, their eyes locking with lethal intent.