"System, how many elements are there?"
[As you are most likely referring to the scientific definition, one hundred eighteen.]
"And how many combinations are there?"
[That is impossible to answer.]
Elian tapped into his new abilities as he envisioned one of the deadliest weapons known to man. A rotary cannon. It was basically a bunch of guns tied together and rotated in a circle. In terms of fire rate and destructive power, few could match it.
With a single thought, he memorized and envisioned one, understanding all its components, materials, and mechanism.
"Synthesize."
A great wave of heat suddenly radiated outward. It was so intense it would have melted a common man just from standing too close. In an instant, the heat turned the very air orange. First, it gathered and was soft like snow; then it gained form and turned solid.
