'These crystals…' Zephyrion stared at the crystal beneath his palm, watching as its white surface slowly turned purple. 'They're absorbing my metal essence.'
There was a long silence. Then, Demorian burst into excited laughter.
"Jackpot! Fucking jackpot! Hahaha! Oh, I've prayed for this day! Thank the irons, it's finally here! This is good! This is fucking beautiful!"
Emerging from the rod, Demorian immediately broke into a ridiculous dance. Wearing nothing but a loincloth, with his snake dangling freely beneath it, the sight was disgusting, to say the least. Zephyrion scrunched up his face in distaste.
"What the hell are you so happy about?"
The ancestor didn't even bother to stop dancing.
"Are you blind, protégé!? A material that can absorb metal essence! Do you have any idea what this means!? We've hit the fucking jackpot! We're rich!"
Zephyrion frowned. "I'm heir to the Calderalth House. Since when have we been poor?"
