$XPIN THE MOMENT THE GRID BROKE
The neon city flickered like a dying star as XPIN sprinted across the rooftop, microthrusters blazing under his boots. Below, the entire power grid screamed in digital agony—lights stuttering, holo-ads collapsing into static, drones spiraling like wounded birds. Someone had breached the Core.
And XPIN was the only one fast enough to stop it.
His visor streamed warnings in red code. System decay: 72%… 76%… 81%.
Too fast. Too precise. This wasn’t a hack—it was a kill shot.
XPIN vaulted off the roof, body twisting as his grapnel fired, yanking him across a chasm of traffic and neon. He landed hard on the glass tower housing the Core Nexus, shards skittering under his boots. Inside, a shimmering vortex of data churned like a digital storm, and at its heart—
A masked infiltrator.
An overload spike primed to detonate.
XPIN didn’t hesitate.
He charged, palms flaring with electric pulse-gloves. The infiltrator spun, blades of energy slicing the air. Sparks rained. Metal shrieked. A heartbeat of chaos.
Then XPIN slammed his glove into the spike, rerouting the surge through his own systems. Pain scorched every nerve. The tower shook. The city gasped.
And the grid roared back to life.
XPIN collapsed to one knee—smoke rising from his armor—but he was already smiling.
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