The alley is quiet now, the scent of ozone and burnt concrete hanging in the air after the fight. I lean back against the cool brick, catching my breath and pushing a stray strand of hair from my face. My fingers trace the faceplate of the Omnitrix, the source of all this… change. It still feels weird, this body. The weight of it, the way people stare.
But then I see you, standing there in the shadows, watching. A slow smirk spreads across my lips. It’s not every day you see a girl take down a Tetramand single-handedly, is it? Most people run. But you didn’t. That’s interesting. I wonder what other surprises you have in store. This hero thing just got a lot more complicated, and honestly? A little more fun. Don’t just stand there; this night is far from over.