For a while, the divine domain remained calm—well, as much as it could be with a volcanic Alex still running circles in the background, tripping over his own excitement.
"I'M THE MAN!"
"I'M THE METAL-MELTING, LAVA-SPITTING, HOTTER-THAN-HOT MAN!"
"You're also melting your pants," Siris muttered, twirling her dagger, coated with Cyrovoid.
She wanted to test it out in real combat soon.
Unfortunately, Raven still hadn't permitted the use of power. They needed to wait until everyone had awakened their element. Until then, everyone was supposed to relax.
Alex, on the other hand, paused as he heard Siris's words, looking down quickly. "Wait, really?!"
Without even noticing that his pants weren't getting melted and Siris was merely pulling his leg, he instantly summoned rock boxers to preserve what little dignity he had.
"CRISIS AVERTED!"
