The sky came crashing down.
Boer tilted his head back, his short silver-white hair swept backward by the suddenly raging updraft. The mountain blotting out the sun crushed through the clouds with a roar as deep as ten thousand peals of thunder, hurtling down with the force to destroy everything.
Its shadow swallowed the Royal City's East District. Countless buildings groaned under the crushing air pressure, and the civilians' screams drowned beneath the enormous object's thunderous passage through the air.
Deep within his azure left eye, faint arcs of electricity suddenly blazed, as though a storm were taking shape inside it.
"An eyesore."
The wind tore his murmur apart. Boer raised his left arm, flung his palm open, then instantly clenched it into a fist!
Humm!!
An invisible yet immensely powerful magnetic force field erupted from his palm and surged upward! This was no simple impact or lifting force, but something more fundamental: manipulation and compression of matter itself!
The falling mountain abruptly stalled, as though it had plunged into an invisible ocean of extraordinarily viscous gel. Then countless rocks, clumps of soil, and patches of vegetation on its surface began to crack and compress with teeth-grating sounds.
Under the irresistible might of the magnetic field, the enormous mountain collapsed inward and condensed furiously from the bottom up, like a lump of clay kneaded by invisible giant hands!
Hundreds of meters... fifty meters... ten meters!
In mere moments, the mountain, comparable in size to a small island, was forcibly compressed into a perfectly round sphere roughly ten meters across, its exceptionally smooth surface gleaming with a cold, metallic luster!
Inside the sphere, the matter compressed to its limit reached a critical point under magnetic confinement. Countless violent bolts of azure lightning raced and splashed across its surface like trapped dragons