The enhancement from this technique alone was thrice what it had been before his race change and affinity advancement. Raijin's Descent at this level of mana quality wasn't the same technique he'd used in the forest or during his early fights. It was something categorically different—a god's mantle worn on a body built to carry it.
Frostmail Guard.
Ice crystallized across his form in a shimmering chainmail lattice that moved like living armor without restricting a single degree of his mobility. Where lightning arced across the surface of the ice, the two elements created something that shouldn't exist—crackling frozen lightning that sparked and hissed along every surface, beautiful and absolutely lethal.
HISSSSS... CRACKLE... ZZZZAP... HISSSS...
