I just lifted my hand.
A pulse of telekinetic energy ripped through the room, a shockwave of invisible force that sent the first ten men flying backward. Their bodies crashed into the marble columns, their bones cracking against the stone, their weapons clattering to the ground. The rest faltered, their momentum stuttering as they watched their comrades ragdoll through the air.
Nickolai's smirk faltered.
"What the—?" he breathed, his eyes widening as the men struggled to their feet, only to be slammed back down by another wave of my power. Their bodies skidded across the floor, their limbs twisting at unnatural angles as I crushed their resistance with a thought.
"Dad," Natalya murmured, her voice a mix of awe and amusement, "I told you."
Nickolai didn't answer. His gaze was glued to the scene unfolding before him, his mind clearly struggling to process what he was seeing.
