The azure sky froze before shaking and ultimately crumbling. The rain of bullets that shone on the alien battalion shattered into a bright cloud that expanded through the air.
The scene made no sense. The mana bullets weren't spells but were still dense enough to pierce flesh and bones. Moreover, the sky had accumulated over fifty of them, but a single word from Khan had turned them into bright, ethereal dust.
Both aliens and humans stared at the cloud in shock. That development went beyond what their minds could conceive. Even the best military equipment would struggle to deal with that offensive, especially in such a spectacular fashion, but Khan had used the power of a single word to deal with it.
Of course, Khan's word had far more than his mere voice. Even using the Niqols language had merely been an instinctive preference rather than an actual technique.