New Arsenal- Script -

Elena reaches for the Echo. Her hand trembles, just slightly.

Elena looks down at the device in her hands. In its polished surface, she sees not her reflection, but a version of herself she doesn't recognize—someone who has already made a choice. New Arsenal- script

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. Elena reaches for the Echo

Elena stares. "That's not a weapon. That's a god." she sees not her reflection