The words themselves had been shocking enough, but nobody seemed prepared for just how deadass Grey was.
He walked back toward the Dormaji corpse, crouched beside it, and started ripping pieces from its crystalline body as casually as though he were pulling meat from a roast chicken.
Crystal cracked between his teeth, flesh disappeared down his throat, and with every bite the energy circulating through Grey's body thickened until he finally raised one hand and began forming materials from his palm like some demented magician.
Chunks of metal, translucent crystal, black mesh, and strange resinous blocks dropped onto the stone one after another.
Veyrath stared.
Grey grinned. "What? You thought I was joking about the oven?"
The Elemental's flames surged.
Grey ignored him.
