Crow's Hidden Base
[Tyler's POV]
The room was cold. Sterile. Designed like that on purpose. No distractions. No comforts. Just gray walls, a steel table, and flickering lights overhead like tired stars.
Sefe sat across from me. Small. Quiet. Watching me like a stray cat unsure if I had food… or a knife.
(She doesn't trust me. Good. She shouldn't. Not yet.)
I stood still, arms folded, cape draped like a shadow around my shoulders.
She broke the silence first.
"What should we do now, Mr. Crow?"
I narrowed my eyes.
"I told you Just Crow."
She blinked, then nodded quickly.
"Okay… Crow."
I turned around and reached into my coat. My fingers brushed against the stone I'd prepared smooth, warm, alive.
(OmniScript, you never fail me.)
This wasn't just a rock. It was a crystallized burst of elemental code, forged with one singular purpose:
🔥 Power: Pyrokinetic Amplification.
Emotion = Fuel.
The angrier she becomes, the hotter she burns.
