Slyph crashed to the ground and didn't immediately rise. Smoke poured from her small form, and her yellow hair was now completely charred at the edges.
Jack didn't give her time to recover.
His hand remained extended toward the sky, and the remaining lightning in the storm clouds. Every last bolt, residual charge, nascent spark, answered his call.
[Forgotten God's Judgement]
The sky screamed.
Lightning descended not in bolts but in a solid column, a pillar of white-gold radiance that connected heaven to earth with Jack as the conduit.
The power was incomprehensible, divine wrath given physical form, the accumulated electrical potential of an entire storm compressed into a single attack.
Jack's body seized as the lightning flooded through him. His bones were illuminated beneath his skin; his blood boiled, and his muscles locked into involuntary rigidity.
For a fraction of a second, he was less a person and more a channel through which a god's judgment flowed.
