Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 53 - You Gave Me Wings

Chapter 53 - You Gave Me Wings

The flames landed with unrelenting precision. Flames roared across Myrrh's metallic Frame Unit, searing through its armor like a knife through butter. Her left shoulder had melted into a warped mass, her hip and leg now unrecognizable as functional components. With a pained groan of grinding metal, her Frame Unit crumpled to the ground, scattering fragments across the steel arena floor. Each piece hit the ground with a sharp, echoing clank that reverberated through the vast chamber.

The damage was devastating. The left side of her Frame Unit's face was obliterated, leaving exposed circuits and tangled wiring that sparked faintly in the aftermath. Her once-pristine features now resembled a grotesque mosaic of molten steel and raw mechanics.

"Myrrh!" I yelled, my voice cracking as it tore through the chaos.

My heart pounded like a war drum, drowning out reason. The quarrel we'd had earlier felt insignificant—trivial compared to the fear clawing at me now. My partner, my steadfast companion, lay motionless, her Frame Unit lifeless as if her very essence had been extinguished.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, frustration surging like a tidal wave. I gritted my teeth and slammed the activation button for the WEEB System. A shimmering hologram interface sprang to life before me, bathing my surroundings in a cool blue light.

Amidst my frantic attempts, a voice cut through the tension. The opposing support unit shouted with urgency, "Now's your chance, Jenny! Deal the finishing blow!"

"Got it!" the opposing WAIFU shouted, their Frame Unit adjusting its stance with a chilling precision. The weapon began to hum ominously, drawing energy from the very air, its glow intensifying with each passing second.

A shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat dripped from my brow. My throat felt dry, my chest tight—paralyzed by the sight of that weapon charging. At this rate, Myrrh would be obliterated, nothing left but smoldering ruins. I glanced at her, her battered Frame Unit still slumped on the arena floor, lifeless, unresponsive.

And then—

A surge of pain erupted in my left arm, a sharp, searing agony that made me stagger. My arm glowed fiercely, crimson circuits etching patterns beneath my skin, pulsing like molten veins. It wasn't just pain—it was desperation given form, a boiling inferno coursing through my bloodstream, demanding I act.

A mechanical voice pierced the air:
[Weapons of Mass Destruction Unlocked]

The display in front of me flickered, cascading through a list of options, each more powerful than the last:

[Level 1 - Particle Cannon][Level 2 - Uranium Blade][Level 3 - Shadow Curtain][Level 4 - Lightning Storm][Level 5 - Particle Accelerator][Level 6 - Proton Slicer][Level 7 - Ion Cannon]

Each weapon name blazed across the screen, a grim testament to the power I had just unleashed. My arm trembled, but not from fear—it was raw, unfiltered determination. I wouldn't let Myrrh fall. Not now. Not ever.

At this moment, Myrrh needed mobility—extreme mobility—to stand a chance against the oncoming assault. With her left arm and leg reduced to molten remnants, survival demanded a miracle. Desperation clawed at my chest, and my mind raced. If my hunch was correct, Level 4 wasn't just an offensive weapon. It was a variant designed for flight. Wings. Wings might be her only salvation.

"Fire!" the enemy support unit bellowed, their voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"This is your end!" The opposing Frame Unit leveled the massive Radioactive Flamethrower and pulled the trigger.