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Her anguish used the Force as a weapon, as she had so often before, but this time she was barely aware that she was releasing nearly inconceivable amounts of Force energy upon a city that was completely unprepared for it.
There were several dozen beings within immediate range, some sleeping quietly in their beds. Most were with their families.
They imploded. Farther away, others awoke in agony as their bodies were turned inside out and chunks were ripped from their bones.
The entire city was attacked by a wind filled with glass shards, each a shikkar driven with a single purpose - to hurt anyone, anything, living inside the City of Glass. They were the Lost Tribe - they would suffer, all of them, as their leader had made her suffer.
The shards melted as they pierced flesh, spreading white-hot, painful death. The buildings, made of metal and glass, dripped slowly toward the ground, smothering those unfortunate enough to be dwelling inside them.
None of it harmed Abeloth, though she would not have noticed it if had. She barely noticed she was lifted from the street where she lay convulsing up into the night air, and a large shape that looked like nothing so much as an angry orange eye sped toward her.
And you think this is grand?
One of Empire's sorcerers also have comparable showing: Lord Fulminiss