He didn't aim at the Cultists. He aimed at the entire room.
He clenched his fist and slammed it down toward the floor.
The gravity in the obsidian chamber didn't just increase; it sheared. Alvian imposed a crushing, localized gravitational plane across the entire room, acting like a massive, invisible paperweight.
The effect on the 4D Cultists was immediate and catastrophic. They shrieked as their extra spatial dimensions were violently compressed. The horrific folding of space around them flattened out. They were forcibly squeezed back into standard, three-dimensional physics.
"They are bound to the XYZ axes," Alvian ordered, his face strained as he manually held the immense gravitational pressure in place. "Their hitboxes are locked. Hit the shadows!"
Valeria didn't need to be told twice. She saw the nearest Cultist, now fully rendered and struggling against the crushing gravity, its form no longer flickering.
