Viloma: El Fantasma & The Djinn Within | Part 1 & 2
The razor looked harmless enough. Encrusted with age. Dirty. But when Fran brushed away the grime, it pulsed faintly. Green. Like moonlight caught in a bottle. Huxley growled, low and uneasy. And CUBE, silent, as always, hovered over the relic, its shell flickering in sync with the glow.