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The world slowed.
Not because time changed, time was constant, the red sky above the basin still held its terrible colour, and the black storm clouds were spinning so slowly that it almost resembled a giant mountain floating in the air.
Time was the same, but I was not. The lightning that had been concentrated in my core and then released through my channels was no longer behaving like lightning. The lightning was behaving like me.
My consciousness now rode the discharge through every burned-out channel simultaneously, and my consciousness perceived at the discharge's velocity.
This state, more than anything, was what was going to kill me, and if I did not have Mortal Shell and great Endurance, then I would have been dead in a single second.
