Prince Milan

With a roar, they moved to fend off the incoming weapons, their massive arms swinging with desperate fury.

Some managed to deflect a few blades, knocking them aside with sheer brute force.

But Jolthar, though inexperienced in controlling so many at once, did not relent. His mind strained, his grip tightening as he willed the weapons to continue their relentless assault.

For the first time in the battle, his body felt the strain.

A dull ache pulsed in his skull, his breathing growing heavier.

Telekinesis, even in its Basic form, required precise focus, and manipulating this many objects simultaneously was pushing his limits. The weapons wavered slightly, his control over them not yet refined—but it was enough.

As the ogre-men focused on deflecting the airborne assault, they left themselves open.

Jolthar exhaled sharply, gathering himself.

Then—he struck.