Immediate Destruction

Miserable cries rang through the dining hall as Zabal’s soldiers fell to their knees, blood spurting through the gaps in their armour. The superior-grade equipment warped at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, creaking until it looked like primordial giants had kneaded it. It was difficult to even imagine what had happened to the poor bodies within, but there was no need to.

Even the mages and warlocks had it no better. Many of them wore metallic inner armour for protection, and even those that didn’t carried daggers as a contingency. Even the rings and other accessories on their bodies creaked, twisting the bones apart. With the broken...