Renard blasted forward like a thunderbolt torn loose from the heavens.
The ground split beneath his feet as arcs of wild lightning lashed in every direction scorching bark, tearing through branches, and leaving jagged black scars across the soil under him.
Every step he took was swallowed by the next surge, until his body became a streak of living lightning tearing through the forest.
Bolts of the lightning also snapped into the sky above, painting jagged veins of light.
Jan's eyes narrowed as the shockwave of that reckless charge washed over him.
He clenched his jaw, the raw pressure alone raising the hairs on his arms.
Renard wasn't holding back in the slightest. He was like a cannon that shot himself straight toward Arty and the others.
Jan's gut twisted. He knew he couldn't intercept that storm in time without tearing himself apart.
