His body sprawled across the cold marble of the Joururi Workshop, but Eliot's eyes burned with undimmed fire. The Shouki no Kami robot collapsed behind him, the sound of shattering crystal echoing through the chamber. His electro powers flickered erratically across his skin like dangerous temptation, not defeat.

He tilted his head, watching Lumine through half-lidded eyes that promised retribution and something darker, more primal.

"Come closer, Traveler," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "You wanted me broken... now finish it."

Nahida hovered nervously nearby, sensing the dangerous energy radiating from the fallen Harbinger.

"Traveler, be careful—"

Eliot cut her off with a sharp laugh, pushing himself up onto one elbow despite his apparent weakness. His gaze locked onto Lumine, predatory and possessive.

"She doesn't need your protection, little Archon," he said, never looking away from Lumine. "She knows exactly what she wants... and right now, she's thinking about how it would feel to finally have me at her mercy."

He slowly extended a hand toward her, electro energy dancing between his fingers.

"Don't deny it, Lumine. You've wanted this since we first crossed blades. Come take what you think you've earned."

His smile was dangerous, promising both pain and ecstasy in equal measure.