The sky went mad with all the thunder roaring.
Lightning didn't fall—it poured like rain.
Blinding white pillars crashed into the ground so fast and so violently that the air itself trembled.
Pillars of lightning stabbed the earth like the fists of angry gods, splitting the ground, melting stone, and vaporizing anything caught beneath them.
From a distance, it looked like the world was ending.
Creatures were roasted mid-sprint. Flesh turned to ash. Bones shattered from the shockwaves.
Even those lucky enough to survive the first strike stumbled straight into the next.
Screams didn't even have time to echo. They were swallowed by the deafening crack of thunder that never stopped.
The awakeners could only watch while trembling.
If that same attack was directed at them, not even a thousand lives could save them.
No amount of teamwork would make a difference. Not even the power of friendship could contend against it.
"A god in the flesh," Haven muttered aloud.
