[Irate as he currently is, Hiyori is a welcome presence; his cold, analytical nature is exactly what Ebalon needs when he's acting out. The rest of Henir's Order was never quite like this. In fact, if he gets pissed off, they all either hide so not to incur his wrath or join him in wanton destruction. It doesn't happen often back home, as there's not much to interrupt his plans, but.

Well. That isn't the point.

He leans back in his chair, legs crossed, blackened hand twirling his pen between his fingers.]

Is that so? Huhu, those devices are becoming fairly common where I'm from. I only needed to acquire the requisite materials and figure out the construction and a power source.

[He taps the back of the pen against the Moon El, currently a useless rock. At least it seems to be able to be powered, albeit temporarily. It was quite taxing to charge the thing up again, too, so he's even more disappointed that it's inert again.]

My Order, [he says, quieter now,] specializes in things like this. Conquering the unknown, inventing devices, [causing undue mayhem,] the works.