CHAPTER 883
Borfan glanced at the sky for a moment to see that the once sunny expanse was now choked with dark, roiling storm clouds raging overhead.
Lightning could be seen crawling across their bruised surfaces, accompanied by occasional, deafening bangs that echoed from their depths.
The ground beneath them was shuddering violently as raw energy flooded the mage.
His hair rose defiantly above his shoulders, and his eyes glowed with a molten, brilliant white light.
Crackling arcs of lightning danced around his limbs, coalescing to form a pair of jagged gauntlets and boots of pure electrical current upon his body.
Deep fissures had already spider-webbed through the earth beneath his feet from the sheer pressure of the transformation.
A visible, radiant white glow now surrounded the mage's frame, proving he had transcended to another level of power and was prepared to push the fight into a new, more dangerous territory.
