A thin thread of blue light cut through the tide of shadows that rose to oppose it. The spear of the Shadow pierced its own heart. A storm brewed up above as a bolt of black lightning as thick as a building fell down on the Shadow.
It was a pillar of black light, with such force it threw Alan away, burying him in the sand. Coughing up a mouthful of black sand, he muttered.
"... Damn."
Would that have happened to him if he hadn't thrown the spear back? For a moment, he was glad his instincts kicked in, and he hadn't done the stupid thing. The thought of him being at the center of the black pillar was unsettling.
Alan stood up, as the pillar of black lightning subsidized. His nose picked up strange smells, as if the entire environment was fried and burning with frenzied energy. The tranquil sky was now restless, a storm was coming.
'Does it rain here?'
The thought came to him, and honestly, he wasn't interested in wanting to know what exactly classified as rain in this world.
