Aetherion Academia #1: Shadows of Rebirth
Shredding the distance between me and the targets, not by traversing it but by denying that the distance had ever existed.
No fire. No debris. No transition, no process, no physics that the Academy's textbooks could accommodate.
One moment the dummies were there - solid, present, real in the way that training equipment was supposed to be real.
The next, they were nonexistence.
Vaporized into fine, glittering ash that hung in the air like suspended breath, that tasted of ozone and moonlight and the mineral tang of something that had been unmade rather than destroyed, returned to potential rather than reduced to rubble.