The angel lady stared at the black ore for several seconds before finally answering.
"That is the Fog of Chaos, or rather, the only form of it that can be considered truly stable. What you are holding is an extreme concentration of the Fog compressed until it has taken on a permanent solid state."
Grey's brows rose as he turned the fist-sized chunk over in his hand, suddenly understanding why even his Resonant Sense seemed to slide around the thing. The Fog of Chaos already had an irritating habit of fucking with practically everything it touched, and apparently enough of it squeezed together became a rock the Genesis System itself refused to explain. Somehow, that made perfect sense by Genesis Games standards.
