Aether Energy.

Katrina hovered over the Atlantic Ocean, holding the massive cargo ship in her grasp. The vessel, rusted and weathered by decades beneath the sea, groaned under the pressure of being lifted. Her enhanced vision scanned the hull, searching for markings—anything to reveal its origin.

But there were none. No identification number. No flag. Just an eerie silence.

As she carefully set the ship onto a sandbank near the coast, her eyes caught something strange—a faint glow seeping from the cracks in the corroded hull.

"Jack, there's something inside this thing," she said, her voice sharp with curiosity.

Jack's voice crackled through her earpiece, calm and confident. "Open it up. Let's see what we're dealing with."

Katrina didn't hesitate. She ripped the ship's cargo hold open like peeling a can of sardines. The metal groaned, breaking apart under her sheer strength, revealing the massive storage chamber within.

And there—was the liquid.