Helena looked approving when her brother expressed his plan to equip himself with powerful gear. She lifted the glowing black lotus flower from her hair and transformed it into its Pistol Mode.
The living weapon had grown substantially over the years. Helena's integral use of its focused beams had allowed for both of them to grow at a prodigious rate.
"Our mother is too old school to change her stance regarding the wisdom of relying on external tools to fight our battles." The design spirit regretfully spoke.
Ves snorted. "The entire reason why humans and the vast majority of sentient alien races in the Milky Way and the Red Ocean were able to rise to power was because they relied on ever more powerful tools. Hardly any alien race relies on their own natural strengths to defeat their opponents."
