He summoned his empathic obliterator, the long haft of the weapon starting in his palm and building itself one atom at a time until it stood eight feet tall from pointed base to the glowing jade wings of its head. Trazyn swept it over his formation, doubling their marching speed, and then pointed the obliterator’s inbuilt resurrection orb at the fallen lychguard, watching as their shattered bodies glowed with arcane energies, spines snapping and joints popping as bent limbs straightened and dismembered pieces flew together as if magnetized.

The Infinite and the Divine