So are we just supposed to start crafting, or what? Neraxis thought before glancing around.
Everyone seemed to share the same sentiment, as they didn't exactly understand what was going on.
He turned toward the ores by the side and noticed they were pretty hot to the touch.
Nonetheless, since he knew this was likely a timed trial, he began moving.
Instead of using the tongs, Neraxis picked up the ores with his hands—by infusing them with Frost, of course.
"W-Wait, isn't that hot?" Liza asked, concerned. "The others' tongs seem to be melting on touch."
Neraxis shrugged. "They just don't know how to use them—"
—AAAAAAAH!!!
He turned toward the scream and noticed a man whose hand had completely burned off.
At the same time, there was a piece of ore on the ground, meaning he had tried to replicate Neraxis a moment ago.
[What a smartass,] Evangeline giggled. [Did I miss anything? I went to make a snack.]
