Millions of abominations were erased in the instant the shockwave passed through them, their bodies disintegrating before sound or thought could form. Thousands of phantoms followed, their shrieks cut short as the explosion swallowed them whole.
The Ferans were not so fortunate.
"DEFEND!" their leading commander roared as the shattered remains of the asteroid came screaming toward their position, fragments tearing through the void like a meteor swarm.
I clicked my tongue.
This was unnecessary.
I activated the Right to Anchor.
My perception flared outward, sharp and absolute, locking onto every fragment at once. Every shard of rock. Every glowing remnant still carrying momentum.
"Stop."
The debris froze mid-flight, suspended across the void in perfect stillness. Kinetic energy vanished as if it had never existed, motion stripped away and denied. What should have been annihilation became a silent constellation of glowing stone, hanging harmlessly in place.
The Ferans stared.
