"SHIT!"
Grey couldn't pull his hand free and the rod was becoming heavier with every passing moment. Soon, it wouldn't just "feel" like his hand was being crushed to dust, that really was what would happen.
He was getting the sinking feeling that the rod was infinite. It would grow as heavy as it needed to grow to crush its enemy or to keep itself safe from those that were unworthy of its charge.
And right now, it felt that Grey was very much unworthy.
"Well fuck you too," Grey said through gritted teeth.
At that moment, there was a pulse that came from Prometheus and soothing lines of red-gold began to pour into the rod.
Instantly, the heavy weight reduced by more than half.
Grey sensed a pulse come from the rod, but then Prometheus quickly responded with its own pulse. Soon, they were in a back and forth that almost sounded like…
Two bickering old friends?
