“Don’t twitter so; it’s revolting,” the young man muttered without dropping his carefree grin. He lowered the fingers of his right hand, and slowly looked up.
As he did so, all the newborn familiars were crushed by an unseen something, and burst against the floor like water balloons.
“Wha—?”
The chief and all his officers were speechless.
There was no sign that the man had used offensive magecraft. It was almost as if the twisted pressure he gave off had rejected the familiars’ very existence. In fact, his mere presence made the officers’ skin shiver with fear, and they did not know why.
He was just standing there.
The man lightly squeezed the officer’s right hand, which he still held in his left. An instant later it was as dry and withered as a mummy. Then it crumbled to dust and vanished without a trace.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")