Pain…Loss…Grief — Words were not enough to describe Sylvester's mood. Yes, he was overjoyed by the effects of the beam as he doubted any Bloodling could survive being hit by it unless they were above Grand Wizard rank. But at the same time, Sylvester painstakingly collected the Skygems in the hopes of one day meeting the Dwarves and getting himself a nice armor forged from it.
Now, he had one less rock of Skygem. But there was someone even sadder than him, a certain furry lad who was promised that his shiny pebble would be safe.
Depressed, Sylvester shook Cardinal Robert's hand. "Excellent work, Cardinal. Please construct nine more units like this one, and I will bring the Pope, the Sanctum Council, and especially the Inquisitor High Lord to witness the demonstration once again. I believe this should be more than enough to exterminate those vile creatures."
