A fourth thunder charged. Radeon stared at the Dao chains and still felt the itch of old instinct.
Something about this still smelled wrong. Something that would bite him later.
He needed the lightning stronger. He compressed half the qi the ghosts fed him, packing it tight until his swollen form shrank.
Ten meters fell to six. He waited. He felt the descent a breath before it happened.
Lightning roared down. He let his physique take the blow, hiding the compressed energy inside him.
When the tribulation gathered for another strike, Radeon threw that concentration upward.
The sky above him tore open. Clouds thinned for a heartbeat, briefly clearing as if the world had blinked.
It was provocation made visible. Heaven answered. The charge returned heavier. A wider swath of sky darkened.
Clouds spread until an area over fifteen miles was engulfed, a dome of judgment gathering itself.
