All the attacks froze in mid air, hanging inches from the man's face as if stopped by a divine force.
The criminals' eyes widened in pure terror.
One of them whispered, with a trembling tone.
"Is that…
Is that Alpha-ranked… Endric Oslov?"
Endric's dispassionate gaze flicked toward them.
The attacks disintegrated into harmless particles with a casual flex of his fingers.
He clenched his fist once and the hovercar collapsed.
It folded in on itself with impossible tightness, compressing layer by layer until the entire vehicle—engine, chassis, weapons and all—became a fist-sized lump of alloy that clinked softly as it dropped into Endric's palm.
The cube fell next, caught gently by telekinesis.
The criminals were ripped from the air, flung backward like ragdolls, then abruptly halted, suspended helplessly with arms and legs dangling.
They flinched as Endric drifted closer.
"You stole private property," he said calmly.
"Attacked officers. Endangered civilians."
