Modulus

Previously

…He turned, his matte-black armor a stark silhouette against the lingering arcane glow, and walked towards the workshop doors. Richard watched him go, a solitary figure stepping out of the shadows and into the boundless possibilities of the world. The workshop felt vast and empty, yet strangely full. Richard Reed was still an inventor, still a creator, but now he was also something more: a father who had learned the profound art of letting go, and in doing so, had discovered a new kind of peace. The hum of his machines, once a lonely sound, now seemed to carry the quiet echo of a love that had found its truest expression not in possession, but in freedom.