First wave of chaos

Lank began to suspect what he could mean with that, "that would mean...?" 

Obsidian pulled him by the neck, "don't you get it? I'm gonna destroy a few of these precious jars of the organization."

Lank's eyes widened at his words, if they were to do that, there were bound to be issues even if they were to destroy a few.

"You can't be serious." Lank felt reluctant to go through with it.

"I am dead serious," Obsidian laughed and released his grip on Lank's neck, took the elixir from the sphere, and shoved it into Lank's pocket.

He realized that if Lank wasn't going to join in, he wouldn't pressure him to do so as this was one of his wish fulfillment. 

"Why don't you step outside while I take care of this?" Obsidian said with a mocking tone.

Lank slowly walked back and did as he was told. 

These jars could only break if a great amount of force was exerted. His eyes focused on the metallic wall–the perfect place to experiment.