The creatures moved as one as hundreds of twisted shapes lurching toward them from every direction.
Kael raised one hand.
Gravity crashed down.
The pressure wasn't targeted as a blanket of force that covered everything within fifty meters, compressing air, crushing stone, and turning every creature in range into paste.
Splat. Splat. Splat.
Bodies that had been charging forward a moment ago were suddenly flat, spread across the red ground in patterns that looked almost artistic. The few that survived—maybe a dozen, the ones that had been just outside the pressure zone—froze, their jerky movements stilled by something that might have been fear.
These were Mana Gathering realm creatures. A handful of Core Formation. To someone at Kael's level, they were insects.
Lyra looked at the carnage with a smile.
"Looks like the Vorn family's gravity powers really do live up to the hype."
