He merely lifted his right index finger and tapped the air toward the nearest pillar.
A mote of swirling, chaotic light bloomed at his fingertip, no larger than a grain of rice yet carrying the hush of galaxies being born and dying.
The mote blossomed without thunder, without glare. From Jared's finger, a silent ripple rolled outward, invisible but absolute, sweeping through every shard of ice and every line of rune.
Crack...
The sound of shattering glass flooded the night, sharp enough to make people wince. Spider-web fissures raced across the rune-laden columns. In the space of a blink, they riddled each pillar from base to crown.
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