Qein knelt on the ground, his calm demeanor unwavering despite the jungle's eerie hum around them. "I've been thinking," he began, inspecting a small patch of dirt. "The ingredients I use for my casual bombs could serve as the base for my spheres. Of course, I don't have the materials on me, but it's a starting point."
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "That's pretty smart."
Qein smirked faintly, pulling at a small clump of moss. "Absolutely. What if I used those same ingredients to fuel these spheres? Think about it."
Mella, standing a few feet away, crossed her arms. "It sucks that you have to be prepared for your ability to be the most effective."
Qein raised a hand, and with a faint shimmer of energy, a small, translucent sphere began to form in his palm. He tilted his hand slightly, watching it hover.
Andrew leaned closer. "What happens if you just... let it go?"
