Kaelen collapsed, his skin etched with faint, glowing Lichtenberg figures—the "lightning’s signature." Elara reached him first, sliding across the stone. He was breathing, barely, his eyes still reflecting a lingering electric hue.
It wasn't a sound, but a vibration that rattled his very marrow. A jagged pillar of violet light tore through the clouds, striking the tower’s apex. Kaelen’s vision didn’t fade; it expanded. He could feel the heat of every soldier’s breath, the cold malice of the monsters, and the immense, coiled energy of the sky above. He didn't just follow the lightning—he directed it. [S2E7] Follow the Lightning: Part Two
“Part of the journey is knowing when to stop being afraid of the burn,” Kaelen muttered. Kaelen collapsed, his skin etched with faint, glowing
When the light finally died, the silence was heavier than the thunder had been. A jagged pillar of violet light tore through