The metal was cold enough to fuse with my bone. The titan’s hand clamped around my torso with the force of a tectonic shift, pinning my arms to my sides while the maelstrom howled around us. I could no longer see the obsidian ground or the crimson sky. There was only the screaming grey static of the Between-Space and the distant, fading echo of Nyra’s voice.
"Let go of me!" I roared, the engine in my chest kicking like a dying beast. I focused every ounce of my focus on the points where iron met skin, trying to burn through the metal with pure, unrefined entropy.
"Movement is futile, Driver," a voice boomed, originating not from a mouth but from the vibrations of the titan itself. The iron fingers tightened, nearly snapping my ribs. "You have been salvaged from the wreckage of a broken
