The breath unleashed by Flameborn was not ordinary fire, it was Abyssal lightning. Deep violet, almost black, the bolts crackled with an otherworldly menace.
Unlike the usual bright blue of lightning, this was slow and deliberate, humming with a low, ominous resonance that vibrated through bones and teeth.
The lightning swallowed energy around it greedily, drawing in ambient mana, heat, and even the residual flames from Apollo's arrows.
The more energy it consumed, the stronger and thicker the bolts grew, expanding into a writhing storm of dark electricity.
The Abyssal lightning clashed with Apollo's blazing arrows, and swallowed them whole without resistance.
There was no prolonged battle for supremacy, no explosive standoff.
The arrows simply vanished into the violet maw, their solar fire absorbed and used as fuel to make the lightning surge even more powerfully.
Apollo stared at the oncoming lightning, his movements paralyzed.
