Staring at the horde of abominations gathered not far away, Aleron waved his hands, and several scattered objects trembled under his invisible touch.
In his vision, faint, metallic threads extended from his fingertips, snaking toward the objects.
They latched onto them with a quiet, almost imperceptible hum, and in the next heartbeat, the objects shot toward him at incredible speed.
More than ten iron rods materialized in front of him. Aleron had placed them here deliberately, ensuring that whenever battle came, there would be no shortage of metal to manipulate.
Over the past week, Aleron had been growing accustomed to combat with the metal element. The ability was versatile, fluid, and—most importantly—deadly. He was certain this power would serve him for a long time to come.
