The lightning descended in a single column and went straight down her throat.
Without any of the explosive scattering that had characterized Michael's own tribulation, where strikes had detonated against him and sent energy tearing outward across the field in every direction from him tanking the lightning with his body, Lily simply swallowed it.
The effect on the surrounding area was minimal to the point of being almost unremarkable.
The ground beneath Lily's feet cracked slightly from the weight of what had passed through her, and a faint smell of ozone spread across the clearing.
That was all.
Michael's eyelids twitched.
It seemed like the last time Lily devoured his lightning she had grown a bit stronger. He had cleared two kilometres of forest for this, and the first round had not even scorched the earth.
Seemingly angered by the undead's audacity, the second round began to form above.
