Tendrils of blue electricity writhed in the air around me, dancing across my skin and crackling like angry hornets.
My shirt was charred to crisp rags, smoke rising off my body in wisps.
Every single nerve ending in my body felt like it was scorched, my muscles twitching involuntarily as the residual high-voltage charge coursed through my veins.
That lightning bolt wasn't normal. Thalia was using her innate ability to ramp up the electrical output. She was basically turning Moria's already lethal lightning into an amplified plasma cannon.
Spitting out a mouthful of dark blood into the mud, I tried standing back up but my legs were trembling.
The rotting stag didn't give me a single second to catch my breath. It kept on charging, its razor-sharp antlers lowering to skewer me through the chest.
