Ian looked up at the sky, his Spiritual Power already blanketing an area for hundreds of kilometers.
In his Perception, the missile was as clear as a torch in the dead of night.
A glint appeared in his eyes, and his lips curved into an unreadable smile.
'A mushroom cloud... I can make one of those, too.'
He raised his right hand, palm facing up. Deep within his chest, the crimson Light Core began to spin frantically.
The temperature rapidly soared—one million degrees, five million degrees, ten million degrees...
All the heat was tightly bound within his palm by the Gravity Field, compressed, and then compressed again.
It finally condensed into... a blazing white orb of light the size of an egg.
From a distance, it looked just like a miniature Fixed Star.
"Go,"
Ian murmured. With an upward push of his right hand, the orb of light shot free and rose into the sky.
The orb of light flickered as it leaped through space, moving even faster than the missile.
