The crimson lightning disappeared first.
A thick branch touched the white speck and lost its colour. Its forks broke into pale grains, and those grains vanished before the thunder could reach them.
The same change raced along the next branch.
Then the next.
Simon's pupils contracted.
The lightning was not being pushed back.
It was coming apart.
A white hollow opened in the leading edge of his sword cut. His demonic energy dissolved along its boundaries, leaving a widening gap where enough power to split mountains had existed an instant before.
There was no great explosion.
Only light.
White spread through the black and crimson attack, bleaching everything it touched.
The tribulation lightning fought it.
Destructive bolts twisted inward, striking the tiny source from every side. Each contact ended the same way. Crimson became white, broke apart, and ceased to exist.
Within the manifestation's chest, Simon felt cold sweat run down his back.
