The wind rolled low across the cliffside, carrying the scent of brine and something older—something metallic beneath the salt.
"How would I know," Albedo finished calmly, eyes still fixed on the dark horizon. "We need to find out together."
Silence followed his words, but not uncertainty. Resolve had already formed between them. Behind him, golden light intensified.
Elektra inhaled deeply once more, this time not to stabilize, but to finish. The glow beneath her skin sharpened into defined lines, tribal markings blazing brighter as Titan regeneration completed its final cycle. Her musculature condensed further, compact power settling into her smaller frame with quiet finality.
The faint ache in her aura vanished and she stood up, the rock beneath her feet cracked as she had regained most of her strength.
"Ninety-five percent," she corrected flatly. "Close enough to full."
Mera stepped forward as well.
