The air around Evelyn Astralight didn't just vibrate; it screamed.
Blue white lightning crawled over her body like a living, hunting thing, racing from her head down to her fingertips in a frantic, jagged dance.
It wasn't just a glow; it was raw, unbridled energy that wrapped her limbs in a crackling net of lethal threads.
Everywhere her boots touched the earth, the grass didn't just burn; it vaporized, leaving scorched, smoking footprints in the blood-soaked clay.
The lightning cast grotesque, stroboscopic shadows across her features, painting her face in harsh pulses of brilliance that made her look less like a woman and more like an ancient force of nature incarnate.
Her hair defied gravity, standing in electrified arcs around her head, and her eyes, once familiar, were now twin voids of sheet lightning burning behind a storm cloud.
