"Here," the first to move was indeed Berry. While the others stood paralysed by the sheer momentum William was generating, she acted on instinct and trust.
She grabbed one of the shallow moulds, her spirit energy protecting her hands from the radiating heat of the violet liquid. "What shall I do with it?"
"Throw its content high," William said. His voice was steady, despite the whistling wind created by the silver hammer. "Just do it and leave the rest to me."
"Are you sure?" Berry hesitated. Even though the mould allowed the melted mix to lose some of its initial thermal volatility, the heat was still intense enough to severely harm a Bronze spirit master like William if it touched his skin. To throw molten liquid into the air was to invite a rain of fire.
"Just do it," William said confidently. His eyes were locked on the space above him, calculating trajectories that no one else could see.
