Kael materialized in a flash of blue-white energy.
WHOOSH.
His feet hit solid ground—thud—and the first thing he noticed was the dark sky. A churning mass of black storm clouds. Lightning arced between clouds illuminating the darkness in brief, violent bursts.
The ground beneath his feet was black. Sand that had been superheated by countless lightning strikes and fused into a smooth, reflective surface. It stretched in every direction, a vast wasteland of glass punctuated by jagged formations of volcanic rock.
CRACK-BOOM!
A lightning bolt struck the ground two hundred meters to his left. The impact cratered the glass—shatter—and the residual energy rippled outward in visible waves.
Kael's aura instinctively hardened around his body absorbing the ambient electrical charge that saturated the air.
His soul sense swept outward mapped the surroundings.
Cultivators. He immediately sensed 5 cultivators in the distance and two dead bodies.
