Grey snapped the bracelet around his wrist and immediately felt a comfortable little surge of warmth spread up his arm.
For half a second, it actually felt nice. Then the heat tried to spike through his veins.
Grey paused, looked down at the bracelet, and started chuckling. Veyrath was trying to cook him from the inside out.
"Good luck with that."
Grey finished stretching, his back cracking several times as he rolled his shoulders, then looked over toward the violet-haired Princess who had been blown away earlier. She was still recovering near the edge of her Region, hatred written all over her face, and for a few seconds Grey seriously considered walking over and putting an end to that problem too.
Then he shook his head. What was the point?
He wasn't going to gain anything from killing every person here, all he would accomplish was getting more blood on his hands, and despite what half the universe probably thought of him by now, Grey didn't kill people for no reason.
