Inside, the air tastes of ozone and cold metal.

"What does it do?"

And the New Arsenal wakes up.

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

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.