Callista stood over Elara, who lay unconscious on the cold metal floor of the cargo hold. Her hand was raised high, a charged energy blade ready to strike. Caden's heart pounded in his chest, a surge of adrenaline pushing him forward as he realized he needed to intervene - and fast.
Caden decided to try a technique he had gleaned from the datapad. It was an audacious move, but he had no choice. Channeling every bit of his remaining energy, he focused on his core, picturing it as a star, condensing and condensing. His breaths became heavy, each one resonating with the rhythm of his heart and core energy.
With every ounce of his will, he pushed his energy further, compacting it until it felt as if it would burst from the strain. The air around him vibrated with tension, and with a roar that echoed through the ship, he released the pent-up energy.