บท 338: Nátt Hrafn Part 2

"Tsk, bully!" Stomping her foot, Selene spun on her heels and left the bedroom after adjusting her clothes enough to be presentable. 

Hearing the door close, Cynrik shook his head a couple of times before standing up and observing the hatching process from a distance.

"No wonder these things are so expensive; to be able to change the particle's state of being from micro-gaseous into this liquidized state meant for absorption is as complex as it gets." Cynrik mused aloud as he held up his hand and condensed some Fire particles into a perfect golf-ball-sized blue fireball. 

"Master rank Is pretty nuts," flicking his opposite wrist, a ball of purplish-black smoke formed beside the blue flame, and Cynrik's eyes flicked between the two manifested Mana creations with interest.