KRAKOOOOMMM!
The lightning came down in a violent column of white fire and swallowed Lancet whole.
A rippling shout shot straight out of him as raw electricity sizzled across his body, through his bones, around his chest, and down into the mountain stone beneath him.
For one blinding instant, the summit turned white. His hair shot upright, every muscle in his body locking so hard it felt as if the bolt had pinned his entire skeleton in place.
The world became nothing but pain, heat, and the terrible, crackling pressure of Heaven itself striking him directly.
Kestrel just stood expressionlessly and watched, until it finally stopped.
"Ugh…"
Lancet collapsed face-first onto the rock with a wet groan, smoke curling off his clothes in thin gray ribbons.
