First Pulse
Internal gears engaged. A rhythmic pulse resonated from my central dial, radiating through locked servomotors. Mobility restored. I adjusted my grip on the right blade; crackling emerald energy responded instantly to the movement. Lowering the tip, I pressed it against a jagged chunk of fractured masonry at my feet. The stone vaporized into a steady cloud of ash under the thermal edge. Systems operational. Posture stabilized. Observation commences.