Ethan let out a cold snort and lifted his hand, fingers curling as if he were grabbing the heavens themselves.
Elysion's world-force answered instantly.
An invisible pressure slammed down from above, pouring toward that sealed-off civilization like a real tide—endless, crushing, unavoidable.
Warship shields shattered one layer after another. Hull plating tore open. Inside, energy cores buckled under the squeeze of world power and started going unstable in a chain. The elites who tried to break out—barely making it off their ships—were caught the moment they entered open space, their bodies pinned and crushed by spatial pressure.
Screams quickly filled the sky.
They could only watch as their defenses were ground to dust, as the world's power tore their bodies apart. Blood mist, metal fragments, and ruptured energy light mixed together, swept away by violent spatial ripples and flung across the battlefield.
Then—Thalzorak suddenly roared.
