Just then, the first bolt of lightning tore through the heavens like a divine spear, splitting the air with a deafening crack that seemed to shake the world itself. It was not the wild, untamed lightning of a storm—it was sharp, deliberate, and carried an undeniable will to destroy.
The moment it struck Max, the force of it exploded across his body, wrapping him in a blinding cocoon of purple light. Every arc carried the 3rd level Concept of Lightning, its power refined to a terrifying purity that sought to invade every fiber of his being, sever every nerve, and shatter every cell.
Max's muscles spasmed violently, but instead of resisting blindly, he let his own lightning surge forth from within, meeting the wraith's bolt with a clash of pure intent.
'This is nothing!' Max said gritting his teeth.
