The thick metal door blocking access to Compartment A was still standing in their way, but Jake no longer intended to play it polite. He drove his glowing claws into the metal gate, accelerated his Aether Core's rotation, and a discharge of heat from his hands liquefied the door in an instant.
It wasn't the first time his comrades had witnessed this magical feat, but it was as impressive as ever. It was important to know that because of the Aether Density's rising, their bodies were barely superior to those of the natives.
Without the Myrtharian Body Faction Skill and for some their Bloodline, they would have had nothing to be special physically. At best, they could be considered remarkably athletic.
