Krug strode over the broken masonry while dozens of robed zealots poured from the surrounding cellars and collapsed archways.
They hoisted rusted blades and wooden staves to flood the narrow dirt alleyway. Krug planted his boots into the dirt and unleashed his mana core.
A singularity erupted directly beneath the charging mob. The shift in physics ripped forty cultists off their feet, launching them high into the sky to flail helplessly above the ruins.
Krug reversed the pull to slam the suspended men straight down into the bedrock, shattering bones upon impact and cratering the entire street under the trauma.
A second wave of attackers scrambled over the rooftops to hurl glass vials filled with corrosive venom.
Krug swung his greataxe upward in a wide arc. The Violet Flame roared from the iron edge to incinerate the falling projectiles.
