The white light wasn't just a flash; it was a kinetic scream that tore the fabric of reality.
When the iron projectile exited the twin Mithril barrels of Udin Merepet, it didn't just travel; it obliterated the space in front of it. At hypersonic speeds, the friction between the metal and the atmosphere created a localized vacuum, turning the air into a searing tunnel of plasma. The sound—a bone-shattering sonic boom—arrived a heartbeat later. It was a roar so violent that every window within a hundred-meter radius disintegrated into crystalline dust. Street debris, stalls, and even the heavy paving stones were hurled into the sky, reaching as high as the distant bell towers.
Dayat didn't see the impact. He only felt the consequence.
