The alleyway was completely silent. The only sound was the bubbling of the molten slag and the hiss of evaporating blood.
Sebastian stood up slowly. He dusted off his coat and remained completely unfazed by the sheer number of bodies he had just dropped.
He looked at the river of melted iron and bone that used to be a hundred heavily armed religious zealots.
"Well," Sebastian muttered as he turned back toward Gwen.
The hardened smuggler stared at him from behind her rusted dumpster with absolute terror in her eyes.
"I'd say the neighborhood is officially gentrified. Let's go get our router."
Gwen didn't move for a long second. She just stared at the bubbling river of superheated grease that had formerly been the Iron Disciples. Her kinetic pistols hung loosely in her hands.
"You didn't even cast a spell," she finally whispered with a cracking voice.
"You just touched the ground and turned them into soup. What the fvck are you, Seattle?"
