Harnessing the power, Ziek shaped it into a bullet, directing his hand toward the window before firing once more. A small flame bullet blasted out of his hands towards the window. It created a small hole while the heat of the bullet caused the surrounding material to melt and distort, 'Fire?'
Ziek eased himself onto the front seat and bent down to assess Bing Shi's condition. The unconscious person lying in the car reminded him that maybe, just maybe, he should prioritize them over his new superpowers.
As he flipped her over, his brows knitted in perplexity. He couldn't feel the texture of her clothes; instead, a sleek, glass-like surface met his touch.
With the curiosity of a cat, he picked up the human glass vase onto the seat for further inspection, and as if stirred from slumber, it sprang to life in midair.
