Lucian narrowed his eyes at Nathalie, her regal form framed in shimmering frost and glacial weapons. The chill in the air deepened, but it did little to dampen the thunderstorm he was about to unleash.
Then he spoke, voice low but heavy with power and authority.
"Be honored," he said, his spear lowering until it pointed toward the earth. "You will be the first to witness this art, taught to me by that battle-crazed excuse of a god."
His stance shifted, thunder crackling faintly under his skin.
"Thunder Control: Divine Art—Transcend."
The moment those words fell, the world responded.
A titanic lightning bolt cleaved the sky, a fierce spear of electrifying energy that erupted from the heavens and plunged toward Lucian with the ferocity of divine judgment.
The moment of impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the sound a deafening crack that echoed for miles.
