The Demonite was ready to be harvested and Pablo was ready to make suits out of it.
"How will you make them though?" Plato asked.
"I will manage. For now, take it out. It will be heavy and it will be very hard to come out."
"We will all try."
Plato held Demonite and Pablo held it too.
The other slaves and ghosts also came towards him.
"No need. Us two will be enough." Pablo stopped them.
"Don't overestimate your strength." Plato said.
"I am not. Just do your part."
Demonite was hard and it only had a little bit of flexibility in it.
Pablo wore the leather glove on his right hand and stabbed his finger inside Demonite.
Plato liked the idea so he did the same.
He stabbed his fingers but unlike Pablo, he wasn't successful in the first attempt.
"Use more strength." Pablo said.
"Right. I was taking it easy." Plato replied and tried again.
'I was using my full strength.'
