Ren stood before the matte-black steel capsule, his eyes locked onto the elegant yet brutal shape of the Techno Armor Mark 3 sleeping inside. The armor's surface, forged from Damascus Steel, reflected the soft light from the cave's ceiling—like a relic from a future that hadn't yet arrived.
But Ren merely let out a quiet sigh.
"This time... I can't use it."
Ultro's deep voice—now fully integrated into the base and all of Ren's combat systems—came from the main speaker to his side.
[A logical decision, Master. As you previously stipulated, this armor must be forged manually, without assistance from your transmutation ability. And due to Damascus Steel's unstable nature under alchemical manipulation...]
