After saying this, Sol waited for the explosion, but expected explosion never came.
Instead, Teshar's eyes widened even further.
He didn't look angry.
He… looked profoundly, obsessively fascinated.
"A Layer 3 Rockhorn?" Teshar breathed, his voice trembling. He reached out with trembling fingers, not touching Sol, but hovering them just inches over the jagged lightning scar visible through the loose collar of Sol's tunic. "The absolute peak of terrestrial piercing power. And you are standing here. Breathing."
Teshar took a step back, his hands flying up to grip his own hair.
"It held!" Teshar practically shouted, a massive, unhinged smile breaking across his scarred face. He didn't look like a man mourning a loss; he looked like a scientist who had just successfully proven a life-long theory.
