The Exo-Frames: Aeon Ascendant stood side-by-side in the Nexus Spire's grand hall, radiating a silent, formidable power. Elias's frame was a majestic obsidian and starlight behemoth, while Kaelen's possessed a sleeker, more elegant form, shimmering with silver and deep celestial blues, perfectly sculpted to her. They were finally complete, gleaming testaments to cosmic engineering fueled by boundless ambition and a surprising amount of shared, late-night, nebula-infused tea.
"Well," Elias's voice resonated, a low, rich tone subtly modulated by his helmet's internal comms, "shall we take these beauties for a spin?"
Kaelen, stepping into her frame with a practiced ease that belied the weeks of intricate adjustments and Law-based weaving, gave a cheerful thumbs-up. "Lead the way, oh cosmic chauffeur! But try not to scratch the paint job, alright? They aren't cheap."
