Chapter 5

The pressure filled the room.

I did not need to lift a finger.

It took only a thought to send a pulse radiating outward from me.

The barrels of all four shotguns were seized by an invisible force. Steel bent, twisted, and shattered into pieces. Silver shell casings clattered to the floor, scattering in every direction.

The silver crosses on the knights' chest plates began to melt.

Liquid metal burned through their tactical vests, dripping onto the floor with a sizzle of smoke.

The cross Arthur had raised so high, the symbol he'd used to command a princess to kneel,…