The lightning that came from above wasn't like ordinary bolts. They weren't just quick bursts of energy that vanished in a blink. They were made into blades, sharp-edged constructs of raw Magic shaped like massive swords of white-blue light.
They struck down from the sky at blinding speeds just like usual lightning. Each impact splitting sand, rock, and air with terrifying force.
Erend's wings flared wide as he twisted through the storm but even with his Lightning Dragon body that was alsmot as fast as the lightning themselves, he couldn't avoid them all.
One of the blades slashed across his shoulder, sending a burst of sparks and pain through his scales. He hissed and moved then realizing something that made his chest tighten.
Setekh-Ra's power wasn't just overwhelming. It was unnatural, different and stronger than even Thar'Zul-Vekar, the corrupted Forest God they once defeated, or actually, redeemed.
