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Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made.

He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one.

Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.