Garion watched the [White Hole] push against the dragon elder's divine authority and could not help but grin wider. "How does it feel?"
The dragon elder's expression darkened.
Garion tilted his head, looking far too pleased with himself. "Good, right?"
Rachel glanced at him helplessly.
Atlas looked like his soul had already left his tiny body.
Garion pointed toward the expanding white sphere beside the throne. "That's your own pressure that I…"
He paused for a moment, then laughed softly. "Heheheh."
The dragon elder's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Garion's ability was not simply about releasing power. His body could also absorb whatever force was directed at him.
Then came the [White Hole], the part of his ability that amplified everything he had absorbed and hurled it back into the surrounding space in the most obnoxiously destructive way possible.
In simple terms, Garion's body had become a black hole that devoured everything thrown at him.
