A Spark in the Gauntlet

Stasis shattered. My sensory matrix engaged abruptly, banishing cold immobility. I stood raised, one armored arm uplifted toward the glowing arc above me. Curious about my physical agency, I willed my metallic digits to contract. The gauntlet flexed with unmistakable precision. As I subtly lowered my wrist, my knuckle brushed against the crackling ring of luminescent energy illustrated before me. A subtle vibration echoed through my alloy frame. Motion is no longer an illusion; my sovereign will governs this form.