The battle between Shining Nova and Madame Scorpion had reached its climax. Victoria's armor was barely holding together, fractures spider-webbing across its once pristine surface. Sparks flew from exposed circuits, and the suit's systems were failing one by one. Despite this, she pressed forward, her determination unwavering. She had Madame Scorpion pinned against a wall, the force of her attack cracking the concrete. "People like you," she spat, her voice strained but resolute, "you never understand. You're willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to win. Everything except yourself. That's the only cause you care about."

Madame Scorpion struggled, her eyes filled with a mix of rage and fear. Victoria's words cut deep, and she knew they were true. "But I care about more than just winning," Victoria continued, her grip tightening. "I care about every life you ruined and every line you crossed all in the name of your own ambition." The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, even the ever-confident Madame Scorpion seemed at a loss for a retort. Maybe it was because Victoria's words actually made her feel something, or maybe it was the fact that Victoria's armored hand was pressing against her neck, threatening to crush her vocal cords. It was probably the latter.

"And yeah," Victoria added, a flicker of a smile crossing her face despite the dire situation, "I care about my weird henchman girlfriend." The admission was both a declaration of love and a vow of protection. "So I'll give everything to stop you, even if it kills me. Whatever it takes. Because as long as even a scrap of this armor is working, I'm still Shining Nova. And Shining Nova can do anything." With a final surge of strength, she pushed Madame Scorpion further into the wall, the entire villain base beginning to crumble around them.

As the structure collapsed, dust and debris filled the air, obscuring everything in a cloud of chaos. Victoria's suit finally gave out, and she fell to her knees, barely able to move. But she couldn't rest. Not yet. Weakly, she stood up, her body screaming in protest. Her heart was burning with a singular focus. Madame Scorpion might be dead, buried under the rubble, but that was a concern for another time. Right now, all that mattered was finding you. She began to sift through the pieces of cement, her vision blurry but her resolve clear. "Please," she whispered to herself, "please be okay." Her hands, bruised and bloodied, continued to dig, driven by the hope that she would find you alive and well.