The Core pulsed again. Red light intensified in their eyes.
Then, just as the last fracture in his arm sealed shut, something shifted.
The four Turtles halted in perfect unison.
Less than a breath. A pause so brief it could have been mistaken for a heartbeat between movements. But Bruce felt it, a stillness that wasn't hesitation. It was preparation.
Their eyes glinted sharply. The red within them deepened, no longer just a glow, but a burning sigil-like intensity that pulsed in synchronized rhythm with the Core behind them.
The air thickened.
The frost beneath Bruce's boots darkened, white ice turning grey, then charcoal, as though shadow itself was bleeding upward through the ground.
And in the next instant,
Their Domain unfolded.
