The blast hit the earth before Ren's boots ever touched the dirt.
When that interwoven beam of lightning and absolute zero struck the vanguard of the horde, several Platinum-tier mutants simply ceased to exist.
They weren't thrown backward by the impact and they also weren't wounded... They were cleanly, instantly bisected.
The residual energy of the strike scorched a massive horizontal plane through the battlefield, leaving behind a smoking mess where an impenetrable wall of horrors had stood just a heartbeat ago.
That single, impossible strike echoed across the entire defensive line.
For the very first time since the siege began, the rotting tide physically recoiled.
The entire defensive line felt the shift in atmospheric pressure. The tamers who were barely holding, the four exhausted commanders, the Vanguard elites bleeding out their final reserves, every single one of them watched that divine light shatter the frontline.
