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"No." Kael smiles, and the fiber-optic coat shifts through colors too fast to name. "It's a scalpel. And we're giving it to you because the old rules are gone. The old arsenals—nukes, drones, cyber—they're children's toys now. The next war won't be fought with firepower. It'll be fought with the ability to un-exist things."

Elena Markov, former curator of hidden technologies, runs her gloved hand along a wall that shouldn't be there. It gives slightly—not solid, not liquid. A membrane. The moment her fingers make contact, a soft chime resonates through the structure, and the wall dissolves into a cascade of silver light. New Arsenal- script

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. It gives slightly—not solid, not liquid

"Why me?"

Elena doesn't turn. "You said you had something for me. Something that doesn't exist yet." she sees not her reflection