— Kyle Valter's POV —
She didn't open a spacetime rift, nor did she use fire.
She poured the last of her will into "focused gravity."
But she didn't direct it at his entire body.
She directed the gravity only… to his knees.
KRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
The sound of the knee joints shattering was so loud and grotesque it induced nausea.
A crushing force equivalent to twenty tons descended exclusively on the commander's knee joints!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The bones of his thighs and shins pierced through his skin and armor, jutting out as white, bloodied shards.
The commander collapsed violently onto his shattered knees directly in front of Valisera, his Eitra blade flying from his hand to slam against the wall.
The inertia of his fall forced him forward until his terrified, pain-distorted face was level with Valisera's boots.
The battle was over.
A heavy, viscous silence—thick with the stench of death, excrement, and blood—descended upon the station.
