Grey woke up the calmest he had since this closed loop began, his eyes reflecting a deathly chill. A cold wind ripped by, fog of darkness pooling and collecting around him.
Without a word, he grew his hair back, sitting up from the cot and pushing himself up to his feet.
He looked down at his hand and digital lines cut across the air as the Ancient Origin Wolf Gloves took shape, flexing around his fingers.
As expected.
He couldn't take treasures through time loops with him, but mechs were different. They had a connection with his Cyber Space.
Whatever he could tie down to his body, he kept after every loop. Zara's blood had been the same, Elowen's blood this time likely was, and so too were his mechs.
Grey walked right out of the tent.
'How do I do damage to him?' Grey asked Prometheus, sending his mind into his Cyber Space as though he didn't need his consciousness present to keep walking forward.
Pulsing waves came from Grey.
