Gulag dropped to her knees and slammed both palms against the sandstone. The amber light in her chest merged flawlessly with the violet energy.
The physical earth rippled outward like a stone dropped in a pond. The sandstone foundation instantly transmuted into a flawless sheet of polished obsidian, spreading across the entire cavern floor in a matter of seconds.
"Structural control," Gulag grinned, dragging her fingers across the black glass. "I can change the fundamental density of the terrain without fighting the bedrock."
Syra stepped away from the group. The ambient shadows cast by the glowing crystals violently detached from the walls. Instead of merely manipulating two-dimensional darkness, the assassin willed the shadows to solidify.
Ten physical, three-dimensional spears of pure blackness materialized in the space behind her back. She flicked her wrist, and the shadow spears launched forward to completely impale a discarded Aethelgard barricade.
