The weapon weighed at least four hundred pounds. Pho hefted it one-handed, as if it were made of paper.
He moved toward the Champion, who had been watching Jack's display with those glowing white eyes, calculating, adapting, preparing to evolve again if necessary.
The warrior saw Pho coming and raised his massive sword defensively....
The Lightning Web collapsed.
All across the Colosseum, the red lightning that had been spreading in geometric patterns suddenly contracted.
Every branch, every thread, every connection snapped inward like elastic released.
The web converged on a single point.
He had perhaps a tenth of a second to register what was happening before thousands of pounds of electrical force slammed into him from every direction simultaneously.
The lightning didn't just strike him. It wrapped around his limbs, torso, and throat. The energy formed chains, a prison of pure, crackling power that slammed into his skin as smoke began to rise from his body.
