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Gathering the power I was letting out into the world, I began to shape it and narrow it. There wasn’t any less of it, but it was focused into a smaller area, gathering the power behind it all into edges and points—into dozens upon dozens of Psychokinetic blades that instantly went to work. This time I didn’t bother grabbing the Grimm or breaking; as I began to float forward, I simply tore apart everything in my path, scattering limbs with a thought.

As I went, I began to practice and push, seeing how far I could go. When the Nevermore took flight, I clipped their wings with a mental image of scissors, before stopping the charge of a Boarbatusk with a thought of a guillotine. An Ursa roared as it barred down upon me, only to find itself caught within an invisible iron maiden, those around it dying even as it fell. For the most part, however, I stuck to the basics and chopped them to pieces as they came, cutting the legs out from under them or removing the heads from their shoulders.

In moments, the street was empty of anything but the dead or the dying—and already my power was turning upon the buildings around us. I tore open doors, shattered windows, peeling up tiles and floors even as I knocked down walls. I floated slowly down the street, making sure there wasn’t so much as a brick atop another as I went, my mind always reaching and grasping and tearing on levels big and small alike. Anything with the misfortune of coming near me died horribly as I experimented and practiced, honing the skill I’d neglected.