Hex reached out and summoned a micro-singularity—a black hole— which hovered over a nearby platform lifting and twisting all within its pull with a powerful crushing force.

Murray’s companion stumbled to the ground muttering, “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up, Mur.” The old cleric placed a hand on her shoulder, imbuing her with a wave of divine invigorating energy. As she stood, her shoulders slightly less bowed, he smiled and said, “I think you’ve got a few more miles in you yet, old friend.”

To Jin, the man’s fist moved as slowly as if it were underwater. He used the turbulent motions against his opponent, empowering his next strike, and rendering him unconscious with a single blow.

Cosmo bumped into the finely dressed nobleman, gesturing wildly with one hand in an apology, while he pocketed the bulging coin purse with the other. Before the man knew it was gone, the halfling had already blended back into the crowd…

As Balgrim raged, he called upon his ancestors, feeling their strength flow into his limbs, as he began a terrifying dance of death across the battlefield…

Varin magically snuffed out the single torch held by the cultists, before stepping through the darkness and appearing in their midst, a blur of shadow and blades…

Cyrus sank his teeth into the heart of the recently deceased cleric, and within moments, he knew the man’s deepest secrets, as clearly as he did his own…