I stared at Xero. “Is that another one of your bad jokes? Because if so, I’m not laughing. At all.”
“I don’t joke,” said Xero. “I am very serious. Observe.”
Xero snapped his fingers. A suit of Zero Armor descended from the ceiling on rocket boots and landed opposite me. Rising to its feet, the Zero Armor suit was the same colors as my costume—green and yellow—and looked to be about the same height as me, maybe a bit taller thanks to the bigger feet. It had no weapons that I could see, but its visor looked very similar to my costume’s visor, if sleeker and more alien. I felt like I was looking at some kind of alternate universe version of myself.
“This is Zero Armor Zero Twelve,” said Hasim, gesturing with a flourish at the new suit of Zero Armor. “It is the next step in Zero Armor evol
