"More efficient. Less satisfying," Sherral says. "So be it."

He takes in a deep breath, pulling the Mist in the area (there's not much, unfortunately, there never is outside of Ivalice) around him, raising one hand.

The blast of light that issues from his hand is blinding, like stars exploding, but where it touches one of the shambling undead they turn to dust and steam. As it fades, a path has been cleared directly through the undead all the way to the door.

It isn't going to be there for long. Already the undead are shuffling in to fill the gap.