The foul-smelling swamp mud covered the girl's calves. She seemed to have some injuries, and every step she took caused her pain. Her face was pale with weakness, but she ignored it, gritting her teeth as she kept searching for the source of the lightning's eruption.
In the swamp, there was an area completely turned to scorched earth. Countless fine lightning bolts surged across the ground, crackling upon contact with the moist soil and air, accompanied by small tornadoes that formed cyan-purple lightning beams.
The two forces intertwined, etching some rune-like patterns in the void, resembling both lightning and hurricane, appearing and disappearing, elusive.
And at the center of it all, a humanoid silhouette emerged, surrounded by a halo of pale gold akin to amber, pulsing with the rhythm of breathing.
