He kept thinking of how to do it, and the thoughts weren't random. They were structured. Practical. Engineering-brained. Kael wasn't some random guy dreaming about armor fantasies. He was a former top student when it came to engineering. He knew how forces traveled. He knew how heat transferred. He knew the difference between a clever idea and a stupid death.
And with a hammer that could create his wildest designs and make them into reality… a metal glove wasn't hard. He could create anything his mind could imagine if only he had the materials and time.
The metal glove, which was merely an idea, became a fact that he had to achieve, a goal to survive, and a means to climb. He could already see it, as he shot flames against foes that surrounded him, against enemies that wanted him dead. Not even the Snakes or the Sun Clan would be a threat if he realized his small goal.
He shook away the thoughts for now, dreaming of a future when the present isn't certain was a fool's errand.
