Raphael's zig-zag sword whipped forward again, bending mid-air to seek Crusher's throat. The giant barely parried, hammer clanging against the blade with a shower of sparks. Blood already trickled from his wounds, but Crusher's eyes narrowed. He leaned close to Perseus during the brief lull, voice a low rumble.
"Use it now," Crusher whispered.
Perseus nodded sharply. He waved his hands, green electricity crackling from his fingertips.
"Arcane domain: House of Lightning!"
Instantly, a dome of surging green energy erupted around them—pulling Crusher, Raphael, and Perseus inside. The arena outside blurred, the domain sealing them in a storm-ravaged world: thunder boomed endlessly, lightning forked across a darkened sky, and the ground hummed with electric charge. The air tasted metallic, every breath charged. Perseus's power amplified here—his green bolts thicker, faster, his movements a blur of storm-speed.
