"N-No… it can't be… That's impossible…"
Origin froze on the spot, gazing at the blood he had just shed. His body, initially the color of red, rapidly shifted between yellow, green, and orange. However, the two with him couldn't care less about his mental state.
"Elian, Elian…"
"Yes, Bianca?"
"I was the one who fired that shot, right?"
"What? No, of course not! The slayer metal came from THIS shotgun."
Holding one of the sawed-off shotguns, Elian presented the gun that finally wounded their opponent. He threw away the other one in his hand and consulted the system.
"System, which combination worked?"
[It was compound 1945556XD. Would you like a breakdown of its make up?]
Elian shook his head and gazed at the wounded prey before him.
"Reload all guns with that material. From this point on, we will call it Slayer Alloy."
[Understood. Synthesizing Slayer alloy shells for all delivery vectors.]
Bianca, who watched Elian rearm his army of guns, frowned in displeasure.
