Remirg Kryptos produced a triumphant smile as he witnessed the success of his cheeky little trick. It seemed to have worked. All for but some chunks of good old debris. The potion seemed to have done the trick.
It was just a second of a blinding flash and a moment later the floor was as good as new. The only alteration to the scene were the desired pieces of debris lying on the floor, a few feet away from him.
The job had been done. The chunks were large enough for him to practice on, for now. His training was far from over with these. A large explosion was on its way in a day or two, for that was what he expected.
Satisfied with his neat handiwork, Remirg returned SN2 swiftly back to its original spot, over the pedestal. The liquid had already reinstated itself inside the pot, filling it up to the brim once again.
Tugging at the belt of his suit, Remirg made his way to the center of the island, the de facto place for his usual training each day.
