Bloom And Think

The battlefield was finally beginning to still. The air, which had been thick with the screams of dying Calamity Objects and the unrelenting roar of our defenses, grew quieter. It wasn't peace—not yet—but the ceaseless tide of the Ordeal had abated, leaving behind only smoldering remnants of conflict.

Standing on the observation deck, I surveyed the now calmer expanse. Drones hovered back to their hangars for self-maintenance, the cat-ear Support unit somehow managing to look almost smug despite the wear of battle. The turrets retracted, folding back into their concealed positions, Neural Alloy barrels gleaming faintly in the aftermath of their relentless assault.

Before I want to do anything, I asked Charis to mold her entropic energy into a physical and intractable form.

She had a question and theory of what I was about to do with it, but she did what I asked of her with a smile on her face.