My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce
With a thought, a massive stone shot out from his spatial pocket, smashing heavily against the door.
But the door didn't budge.
He pressed his hand, recalling the stone back into the space, then sent out a second kinetic stone.
Place. Recall. Place. Recall.
After only a dozen repetitions, the door finally splintered open.
This door had to be specially made. Otherwise, with the destructive power of the kinetic stones, one hit would have pierced a normal door long ago—their prior experiences had proven that. Yet, this one had required more than ten stones to break. Specially reinforced, without a doubt.