Removing the Dongles (1)

"Anywho, release me so I can get to work locating the damn dongle. I don't even get to enjoy the rewards until I finish my damn Evolution, so time is of the essence." Gritting his teeth while keeping his body perfectly still, Cynrik angrily glared at Norik until he finally let him go.

"Get to it; the sooner, the better; I don't have all day." After dropping Cynrik and shooing him away, Norik set about scrolling through his control panel and examining the [Dynamic Lens] skill in its entirety. 

'This little bastard is going to pull off some crazy shit the more powerful he becomes; I can't believe I am finding myself looking forward to it.' Norik thought while hiding the faint smile creeping onto his lips with his hand. 

Straightening the grey high-collared undershirt he wears under his blazer, Cynrik snorted and found himself back under the Aether Capsule.