I Reincarnated in Lorien Legacies(I am number four.)

The sun had begun to set over the Spanish countryside, casting long shadows over the quiet villa. The air was thick with the scent of citrus and earth, but beneath the tranquility, there was a tension—an unspoken understanding that danger was never far behind.

Alexander led the way, his movements careful but confident. Six followed closely, her sharp eyes scanning for any signs of movement.

Hilde, Dante, Katrina, and Lexa reached into their pockets, each retrieving a small, metallic cartridge, no larger than a thumb drive. The cool metal felt weighty in their grip—compact, unassuming, yet housing a devastatingly advanced technology.

As they pressed their fingers along the sides, the cartridges pulsed with a faint blue light, responding to their touch. The nanotech activation process began instantly.

The metallic core shimmered, sending out thin, filament-like tendrils that extended and connected, forming the basic skeletal structure of their weapons.

The framework materialized in midair, hovering just above their palms before solidifying into rigid alloy structures.

Faint blue circuit-like patterns flickered along the forming weapons, tracing the developing shape with glowing energy pathways.

The skeletal frames thickened, layers of dark gunmetal plating growing outward like an organic but mechanical exoskeleton.

The formation was seamless—nanotech particles swirled and fused into place, assembling the trigger mechanisms, grips, and barrel structures with pinpoint precision.

Textured carbon-metal composites emerged across the surface, providing grip-enhanced detailing as the weapons fully took shape.

As the final layers of the outer casing snapped into place, a central power core ignited within each weapon, sending glowing energy veins coursing through the structure.

The cores pulsed in different hues—Dante's radiated a deep red glow, Hilde's shimmered in icy blue, Katrina's burned with a vivid white energy, while Lexa's emitted a soft violet pulse.

The power conduits along the barrels pulsed, indicating full readiness.

With a final hiss of charged energy, the weapons were fully formed. Each gun locked into place in their hands, weight perfectly distributed, as if it had been tailor-made for them—because it had.

Dante smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Still not over how damn cool that is."

Katrina primed her gun, the faint hum of its energy field buzzing in the silent air. "We don't have time to admire the tech. Move out."

Hilde, Dante, and Lexa brought up the rear, each gripping their high-tech alien blasters, their surfaces shimmering faintly in the dim light.

The weapons, sleek and deadly, pulsed with a soft, blue glow, the energy cores humming as they remained in standby mode. The intricate, biomechanical plating reflected the last rays of daylight, making the weapons look more like living technology.

As they approached the house, Alexander raised a fist, signaling the team to stop.

The villa was eerily silent—too silent.

Dante tightened his grip on his blaster, its power conduits flickering as if sensing his tension. "Something feels off," he muttered under his breath.

Lexa nodded in agreement, her fingers hovering over the pressure-sensitive trigger. "Let's move in carefully."

The front door creaked slightly as Six pushed it open. The interior was dim, the only illumination coming from the golden light spilling in through the windows. Dust motes danced in the air, disturbed by their silent footsteps.

They moved with precision, sweeping the rooms one by one. Alexander took point, his blaster raised, the barrel's internal coils pulsing softly as it automatically adjusted its power output. Six followed at his side, while Hilde and Lexa covered the rear.

Dante moved toward a small wooden table, his eyes narrowing at a half-finished cup of tea still sitting on its surface. The liquid was still warm.

"They were here recently," he murmured.

At that moment, Hilde's blaster gave off a brief surge of energy, its side vents releasing a faint pulse of blue mist. A reaction to something nearby.

Alexander exchanged a glance with Six before nodding. "They're still close. Be ready."

The tension in the room thickened as they pressed forward, their blasters primed, the quiet hum of their energy cores the only sound cutting through the silence.

The villa was still, but the air remained charged with tension. Alexander, Six, Hilde, Dante, and Lexa moved with methodical precision, clearing each room with the ease of seasoned hunters. Dust swirled in the dim light, disturbed only by their quiet footsteps.

Then—Alexander stiffened.

His head snapped toward the back of the house, his sharp senses picking up the faintest sound—a scuffed footstep, the rustle of fabric against stone. Someone was running.

"Backyard. Now."

No sooner had the words left his lips than he was already moving. Six and Lexa were right behind him, their blasters humming to life, the neon-blue conduits flaring slightly as they readied their weapons.

Alexander and Hilde flanked the side, cutting off other potential escape routes.

Then they saw him.

A shadow darting across the open courtyard, barely more than a blur in the fading light. Whoever it was had a head start, sprinting toward the treeline at the edge of the property.

Kage didn't hesitate.

Kage pulled out the energy bolas, their sleek, oval surface glinting under the sun. The artifacts pulsed faintly with crimson energy, the intricate circuitry etched into their shell glowing like veins of molten lava. With a practiced press of the activation button, the bolas emitted a low hum, their energy cords crackling to life in a fiery red arc.

In one fluid motion, Kage hurled the bolas with precision. The weapons whirred through the air, their cords spiraling in a mesmerizing dance of light. Shoppers froze mid-step, their chatter silenced as the glowing projectiles zipped past, a streak of crimson slicing through the backyard.

Crayton barely had time to react. The bolas found their mark, snapping around his legs with an audible crackle of energy.

The cords constricted with a sharp hiss, their glowing tendrils fusing momentarily with the ground, sending arcs of red light flickering outward like a spider's web.

Crayton let out a startled grunt as he was yanked off balance, hitting the pavement with a dull thud.

Crayton struggled against the crackling red energy cords, his breathing heavy, the aftershock of the sudden takedown still rippling through his body. His hands grasped at the bindings, but every time he pulled, the tendrils flared hotter, sending faint pulses of resistance through his limbs.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Crayton, it's me—Lexa."

His movements stilled.

Slowly, his head turned, his wide, searching eyes locking onto Lexa's face. The glow from the bolas flickered against her sharp features, illuminating the mixture of urgency and reassurance in her expression.

"Lexa...?"

The name left his lips as barely more than a breath, disbelieving.

He blinked, his mind struggling to catch up. She was supposed to be dead. The war, the invasion—he had assumed he'd lost her like so many others.

His chest rose and fell as he stared at her. "Lexa, you're still alive…"

Lexa offered a small, tense nod. "Yeah. And so are you. But we don't have time for reunions. We need to talk."

Crayton then questioned."How do I know it is really you?"

Lexa narrated everything that happened after they came from Lorien to confirm there identity.

Crayton let out a sharp exhale, his eyes flickering between Lexa, Alexander, Six, and the others. His body was still tense, but the fight had drained from him. He gave the cords one last futile tug before sighing in defeat.

"Then cut me loose, and let's talk."