CRACKLE!
The Heavens could no longer suppress their fury. Their golden lightning began to shift—corrupting—twisting into black lightning, saturated with the stench of utter destruction.
The entire Origin Continent was gripped by shock, a collective dread sinking deep into their bones as chills surged down every spine. All cultivators looked skyward, still questioning what had stirred the wrath of the Heavens.
When Drakion saw this, he smiled. He beckoned the bolt of lightning to return, and it did—perching upon his shoulder. It transferred its power—its Law—into Drakion.
Drakion activated the Thunder Law, for he could smell the essence of Law in the Heavens' strike as well. And that made him smile even more.
His entire body crackled with lightning. Raising his forefinger, arcs of golden electricity danced around it. In that moment, the world seemed to fall silent. It was just him... and the Heavens.
SWOOSH!
