The desk trembled slightly under the impact, and Aziel instinctively leaned back, taking in the sight.
"This," the man said, his tone quivering between excitement and exhaustion, "is a weapon I have forged over months of sleepless nights, endless failures, and… far too many sacrifices. You see this?"
He pointed toward the flask, eyes gleaming with feverish pride.
"This right here, this is everything your kind, you Plasma beings, have ever lacked. A perfect offense, and an even better defense. No longer will energy be wasted on those pathetic, unstable conduits you depend on."
He laughed softly, the sound brittle and uneven.
"Once I unveil this to the Plasma Society, they'll have no choice but to acknowledge me. To worship me! I'll be hailed as one of the greatest Forbidden Souls to ever crawl into this cursed dimension. Do you understand what this means? With this,"
He shook the flask gently, the liquid swirling like molten light.
