"So what if you discovered it? It's already too late." Mirabella stopped her advance, her voice cold and final. She didn't need to move another inch to end this. She simply uttered the skill that would crush the life out of the undead:
"Sonic gravity."
Instantly, the atmospheric pressure increased a thousandfold within her 500-meter domain. The force was so immense that the skeletal army didn't just break—they were instantly pulverized into fine grey ash.
THUD!
The Necromancer mage dropped to its knees, its ancient bones creaking under the artificial weight. It stared at Mirabella in pure, unadulterated shock, the emerald flames in its eyes flickering wildly.
"What... Are you still a human?!!" it wheezed, its voice box rattling. Its intellect was high enough to realize it wasn't facing a mere Level 170 adventurer, but a conceptual anomaly.
