Dimensional Descent

The Ore Leonel immediately recognized was quite a unique metal that manifested like glass. It had all the texture, feel and pliability of metal, but also happened to be see-through. This ore was simply known as Polished Glass Ore and it seemed that Kaela's faction received their name directly from this source. The only difference between it and normal glass was that it had a slight black hue to it as though in warning of its danger…

The issue with Polished Glass, though, was that it was incredibly volatile. And as Kaela mentioned, it was best not to leave it with any impurities unless one wanted a face of what would amount to a stack of TNT.

However, as it seemed with most things, the more difficult they were to deal with, the better the reward for dealing with them. The problem, though, was that Polished Glass had a very specific use case that would benefit it the greatest and it was difficult to reach this balance.

Seeing that Leonel had spent so long looking toward their stores of Polished Glass, Kaela smiled.

"Definitely do not touch that. Radlis, that brat, actually almost caused us to go up in smoke a few days ago. It's lucky that he has some use or else I really would have strangled him to death by now."

Though Kaela seemed casual with her words, the lab itself was in great order. Even at this moment, the Polished Glass was locked away safely and securely.

The five members of the faction, excluding Radlis, had all gone off to work.

Rum held two massive hammers, pounding away at something with his head hidden under a hood. Litia and Madia seemed to be taking whatever product he finished and purifying it what looked like flames. Thilly inspect their products, while it was the lanky Vaglor who took the most volatile product and placed it within the protective covering.

To give Radlis some credit, though, it seemed that he had also gotten started on the task Kaela had for him. But, for whatever reason, he kept looking back toward Leonel and Kaela with tears streaking down his cheeks. One would have thought that he was cutting onions.

The last station was completely empty. Leonel was certain that whatever processing was left would be left to Kaela herself.

watch?" Kaela asked, seeing

"Sure."

her expression turning serious. Everyone seemed to

hair scrunchy that kept Kaela's ponytail in place began to flicker to

breath, she slipped her hands into the two openings within the transparent container, her

licking across her hair danced down her neck, along her shoulders and arms, through the

handle

this moment, it already looked like a finished product. There was no amount of polishing that

Polished Glass felt no different from standing in a nuclear war zone. Even

most dangerous part of handling Polished Glass didn't

it was indeed dangerous to reach this step. Rather, because the impurities were so

like hidden assassins ready and waiting to take your

but the

by step processes to finally mold the final

hands out and grinned

a button, the container collapsed in side very gently and formed a small box

you're making

Leonel a

you know

a small round body, so small, in fact, that one could fit three into the palm comfortably.