The divine command entered every accepted label before the final echoing syllable departed the hollow crowned helm.
White-gold threads of binding mana tightened from the raised gauntlet, connecting directly into each quantified core.
The downward pressure manifested unevenly across the room, scaling in direct proportion to each victim's accepted standing.
Both succession councilors struck the nullstone flagstones first, their poorly conditioned cores collapsing beneath the sudden strain.
The six imperial guards collapsed in rapid sequence, their knees slamming into the floor as their rankings flared.
The junior guards carrying two Shards hit the stones immediately, unable to bear even the baseline force of the mandate.
The veteran sentries bearing four and five Shards resisted for one agonizing heartbeat before heavier pressure entered their deeper reserves.
