In an instant, I shrunk the outer layer of the forcefield and wrapped the numerous elemental disasters like catching a bunch of falling cats with an oversized plastic bag.
The analogy might be too far of a stretch, but I couldn't help but to describe it that way.
"What in the City's name…"
"HUWAA! THE PROJECTILES GOT SHRUNK!"
The overall quantity of kinetic energy within this chaotic ball of compressed disasters were more than enough to fuel the flying fortress of marketing billboards that were flying right above us this whole morning.
Ah, the unstable volatility might be too much. As expected, this kind of weird and wacky manifestation that had its own rule of physics was definitely something that was produced by a MIND.
With Impertus amazed, Roger dropped her jaw, and the caster who was probably getting invaded by questions of what the hell I'm doing with her projectiles—it was a quite funny sight to behold.
And might be a quite long sight to behold.
