Aperion raised a hand and counted off on his fingers, like a news crew producer would before going live. Aloud at first, then silently.
On one, he pointed to the duplicate waiting at the device, crafted of multiple Call Gems surrounding a focusing array of incalculable power and focus. Survey nodded, while the rest of the Celestial Forge watched.
Post-apocalyptic urban Japan stretched out before them. The legacy of high-altitude nuclear exchange obvious to those with the senses tuned to the elemental and technological. Upon the world, Fleet stilled the air to blunt the shifts in weather caused by desperate release of strategic ordanance. Survey pulled knowledge from any active computing device. Every active computing device.
Garment panned around the scene, horror-struck. Stains, tears, refuse and bile-ichors marring the world.
"Thanotaunic-pathogen detected." The Matrix declared with a contemptuous sniff. "Neutralizing. We expect full remediation within six hours."
"You have forty-five seconds remaining before the bridge collapses. Are you willing to accept losing a significant amount of successor-nanites?"
"Sufficient allowances of Tier One Nanites will be apportioned, with acceptable Tier Two through Four produced in-situ. Paracausal co-location holding."
Aisha, in her armor, panned her head left and right. "So... wait. Your Fashion power came from here?"
Aperion nodded slowly, staring at the rapidly collapsing horde that had been shuffling towards them- decomposing under the Matrix's attention. Survey's reports on the state of the world confirmed it.
Tybalt meowed and pointed with his jaegerstock. "Survivors."
Around the bend, holding improvised melee weapons and salvaged firearms was a crew of ordinary people. Teenagers really. High-school students. In the twenty seconds remaining, Aperion beheld the source of his power.
Busejima Saeko blinked at the sudden, intense scruitny she found herself under. And how an animated dress and gloves seemed to be praising her as a deity.