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The neon sign above Sector 7 flickered and died, leaving the streets in a suffocating, artificial gloom. This wasn’t a standard blackout. This was the work of the "Static Wraiths"—entities that didn't just consume electricity; they harvested the very concept of potential energy.

A shockwave of pure, white light exploded outward. When the dust settled, the Wraiths were gone, vanished back into the void. The Collector lay in a heap of melted slag, but the reactor behind it hummed back to life. Rescue_Team_12_Power_Eaters_Collectors_Edition-...

As the Wraiths turned to face the intruders, Jax flipped the safety and cranked the dial to the red zone. The Collector began to vibrate violently, emitting a high-pitched whine that shattered the nearby glass. Instead of pulling energy in, Miller signaled Sarah to fire her pulse-rifle directly into the machine’s intake. The neon sign above Sector 7 flickered and

The resulting feedback loop created an "Energy Siphon." For a split second, the Collector became the brightest object in the city. The Wraiths, driven by their primal hunger, couldn't resist the massive surge. They dove toward the machine, gorging themselves on the concentrated power until they began to fracture. CRACK. A shockwave of pure, white light exploded outward

"One down," Jax grunted, watching the battery meter on the unit jump from red to amber. "But the main hive is at the Central Hub. They’re eating the core."

"Good job, 12," he said, wiping soot from his brow. "Let’s go home before someone notices we broke the most expensive piece of equipment in the sector."

A Wraith lunged from a transformer box, looking like a jagged tear in reality. It hissed, a sound like grinding metal, and lunged for Jax. "Collectors out!" Miller commanded.