I become Lightning Incarnate, and the world went silver-white as everything fell away and my vision could see nothing but energy and essence.
The forty metres between us collapses to nothing, and I'm at his flank with my hand already turning gold, as I drove an arc of tribulation lightning to the spot above his third rib that I knew would cause him to fold in pain… but he was not there.
My bolt goes through empty air, and the afterimage of Vrakth tears like wet paper, and I have half a heartbeat to understand I've been wrong about something before his real claw catches me across the back. It opens me from shoulder to hip, and I feel the cold of it before the heat.
The power of this attack caused my feet to leave the ground, and I went through the chitin shell of a Khaazim, out the other side, and several dozens of Khaaz before skidding face-down through ash for several meters.
'Oh, this is what happens when Vrakth goes all out.'
