Even from his distant position, Michael could feel his skin tingling from the excess lightning energy filling the air.
By the seventh bolt, small cracks had appeared across the cocoon. Michael's heart immediately tightened.
"Come on…"
The eighth bolt descended. The cracks multiplied. The cocoon dimmed.
Then came the final strike. The ninth tribulation lightning.
The clouds above churned violently as if gathering all remaining power. For a brief moment, the world became white.
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
The lightning pillar descended. It completely swallowed the cocoon.
Silence followed. Michael's fists unconsciously clenched.
Several seconds passed.
Then the cocoon remained. Though covered in cracks, it had survived. The heavenly tribulation was over.
