Commander Elara stepped forward, her long, graceful fingers tracing the surface of the metal, a gesture that was almost tender.
"One's Everything can be used up," she explained, her voice a low, lecturing murmur.
"It is the very core of your unique nature, the echo of THE Creature within you. When you expend it, it needs time to regenerate. We have to be conservative when it comes to manipulating these types of metals. Wastefulness is a luxury we cannot afford."
She then turned her gaze to the rows of incomplete, skeletal armors displayed in the glass structure behind them.
"The goal is to use these types of metals to forge Living Existential Armors, yes," she said, a flicker of something almost like passion in her otherwise cold voice.
"But the biggest issue we are coming across is a fundamental, catastrophic failure at the point of interface. The existence getting inside the armor… gets vaporized. The moment they even try to connect, their being is unmade."
