"No need to be so surprised, Youngest," Xavienne's voice floated from the carriage window. "What you just witnessed is Uncle Yevric's ability. He calls it 'Word Law.' Anything he says… becomes law."
Asher stood frozen for a moment, his eyes following the devastation Yevric had wrought with nothing more than a casual wave of his hand. With his Perfect Astra Control, Asher could sense with absolute certainty that the old man had not even used a single mote of Astra to achieve it.
'Such an ability… and such a physique,' Asher thought, the weight of it settling in his mind.
'Could he simply say "die," and his opponent would drop dead?' His thoughts spiraled, conjuring endless images of the absurd and terrifying possibilities that this so-called Word Law could bring about.
