Jack approached Loryn's workbench without responding to Faye's declaration.
On the surface lay a partially formed metallic band. It was silver-grey and unfinished, waiting for the final steps to complete it. It was the kind of piece that a master artisan might shape into a bracelet or circlet, something elegant and refined.
Jack placed his hand directly against the metal.
His palm began to glow a deep purple.
The dark mana flowed from his core like thick, oily ink, forced directly into the metal's atomic structure. It didn't burn the piece or char it.
Instead, the dark mana rewritten the very nature of what the metal was. The silver-grey transformed to midnight black. The surface rippled and warped, groaning under the pressure of his will.
The sensory experience was terrifying and beautiful to watch.
The dark mana moved through the metal like a parasite. Creating patterns that seemed almost organic.
