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Mind made up, I slid out of the higher-state of Acceleration I’d slipped into while thinking and took three slow breaths to buy a few seconds to recover from it.

Then I took to the air and released a blast of force that turned the battlefield into a crater, ignoring the pain of rule breaking as I did.

It was time to end this.

As I unleash the wave of destruction, Finn—somewhat predictably—teleports out of the way. More specifically, he teleports about thirty meters straight up and just as quickly vanishes again, treating disconnected points in space like they were stepping stones.

But that wasn’t an option for Albus. Instead, he had no choice but to bear the brunt of the assault, crouching and lifting his hemispheric shield above him. The force of the blast is still enough to smash it—and him—about half a meter into the ground, but he bears the attack with nothing more than a grunt.

I didn’t stop there, though. Reaching out with more of my power, I didn’t bother trying to force my way through the shield, deeming it too annoying to bother when there were easier solutions. Most of the time, it was only a matter of additional power and focus to slid my will through physical matter—such as lifting a marble within a sealed jar—but things were more complicated when it came to things protected by Aura or powered by Dust. As a result, I couldn’t simply slip through Albus’s shield.

But, then, I didn’t really need to. It was only a hemispheric shield, after all—and against me, noting but a complete defense was enough.

My projected will touched Albus’s shield and spilt over it like a liquid rather than the usual solid blow. It slid across its surface and down its sides until it touched the ground, at which point it drove itself deep into the dirt on all sides of the shield. Pushing it deep into the ground, I then had the force turn and converge into a smooth platform about a tenth of a meter beneath his feet, incasing him on all sides. Maintaining that force cost me somewhat, but nothing I couldn’t spare and I had him closed in, all I needed to do was focus on a different image.

Within the supposedly protective bubble of Albus’s sphere, the ground exploded as a sudden forest of spears—invisible but for the disturbances they caused in the dirt and dust—erupted towards him from every direction. For my part, I felt each attack as if I were being stabbed, but it seemed like as fair trade as Albus, caught off-guard and not expecting an attack from below, was literally stabbed, forty-seven times from as many angles. Sure, his Aura prevented any of the attacks from penetrating, but it cost him for than it cost me, even if it did feel like someone was playing a literal game of tug-of-war with my heart. HP was no object to me, so long as at least one point remained.

Still, that was no reason to let up on him, now was it?

Pinned in place by the steady pressure of dozens of Psychokinetic spears, Albus still found the power to grunt as his feet began to rise from the ground. Pushing down on his shield from one direction, I also pushed up on the platform beneath him from the other, crushing him against his own shield. As he did, more Psychokinetic ‘fluid’ began to flow up the underside of his force field, and more spikes erupted from it, driving into him from every angle even as several, from both above and below, snaked around his arms, legs, and chest to try and keep him in place. Albus grit his teeth as he was tied down and slowly crushed, but when his mouth opened, it was only to release a snarl.