"Jetzotz was here as well, he told us another one has come, another–" Lochlann was interrupted by another horrified scream. He stood up and grabbed the chunk of metal off of the island. He began to sweat, partially scared of any negative repercussions from eating the metal chunk again. But he talked himself out of his fear and swallowed the chunk, feeling the properties of the metal as his own flesh began to meld and form. It felt weird, almost as if his skin was rolling like waves on the ocean, but it stopped as suddenly as it had begun and Lochlann stared down at his hands, and his hardened flesh.
