Of course, Execution Song was only the beginning. Sherlock could feel that the anger in his heart had not lessened with Obadiah's execution. Instead, that sense of resentment only grew stronger.
Just as Sherlock was considering how to deal with the matter next, Tony's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Stop playing around, Sherlock. Obadiah is already dead."
Hearing Tony's words, Sherlock turned around and saw Pepper looking at him with a maternal expression. Through his raised faceplate, Tony gave him a meaningful look.
Clearly, Tony had already told Pepper everything.
And Pepper had clearly misunderstood Sherlock's "corpse-whipping" behavior. Her eyes were filled with affection and concern, as if she were one sentence away from telling him to come into Mommy's arms.
Under Pepper's gaze, Sherlock gave up on turning Obadiah's soul into a Philosopher's Stone. With a casual thrust, he drove his spear straight into the miniature reactor of the Iron Monger, which was now nothing but bones.
As alchemy activated, Obadiah's suffering finally came to an end along with the miniature reactor he had stolen from Tony.
If Obadiah's soul could speak, he would surely have wholeheartedly agreed with that classic movie line: "Death is nothing more than the most beautiful desire."
What Sherlock had never expected was that with Obadiah's death, the rage in his heart vanished without a trace. In its place was even a strange, hollow sense of satisfaction.
The feeling was peculiar, impossible to put into words. It was hard to imagine two entirely different emotions appearing within the same person at once.
Sherlock had not expected it either.
But when that feeling emerged, Sherlock truly felt its benefits.
As the sensation faded, a feeling of complete clarity swept through Sherlock's body in an instant. Some of the difficulties he had encountered in alchemy, even certain