Lightning runs to lightning. The body was a source now, the brightest source in the basin, and as long as I kept this Title active, this source would be bright enough to cover the entire world… The boy did not know the true depths of his capabilities, and his soul was still too small to cover the heavens, but in time, that would change.
There is charge in dead flesh the way there is salt in dead earth, and I lit the severed arm with a thread of the title's current and made it, briefly, a source too, a lesser pole to the body's greater one, and following the laws that bind the firmament, the lesser ran to the greater the way the lesser always does.
The arm leapt off the ground and crossed the dozen paces and slapped into the stump of the shoulder, and I held it there with the current while I did the boy's own trick better than the boy does it.
