Behind it: rows upon rows of weaponry that defies logic. Rifles that fold into the size of a wedding ring. Armor that repairs itself mid-combat. A single gauntlet that, according to the holographic tag floating beside it, can rewrite the gravitational constant of any object within a fifty-meter radius.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.
"Show me how to aim it," she says quietly.
Elena reaches for the Echo. Her hand trembles, just slightly.
And the New Arsenal wakes up.
"What does it do?"
Behind it: rows upon rows of weaponry that defies logic. Rifles that fold into the size of a wedding ring. Armor that repairs itself mid-combat. A single gauntlet that, according to the holographic tag floating beside it, can rewrite the gravitational constant of any object within a fifty-meter radius.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. New Arsenal- script
"Show me how to aim it," she says quietly. Behind it: rows upon rows of weaponry that defies logic
Elena reaches for the Echo. Her hand trembles, just slightly. New Arsenal- script
And the New Arsenal wakes up.
"What does it do?"