Ethan was hiding inside one of the clouds.
He looked down at Silas, arms spread wide. White arcs of electricity sprang from his fingertips and spread across his shoulders and wings. Each bolt twisted into a different shape, but all of them pointed toward the same target below.
The lightning turned the cloud pure white.
"Receive grace!"
Ethan thrust both hands down.
The white lightning stored within the cloud came crashing out.
Silas vanished beneath the barrage. The sword fragments searching for Ethan were the first to be hit. White arcs punched through their centers and blasted them into fine dust.
By the time Silas looked up, it was too late to dodge.
The lightning pierced his golden shield with ease and struck through his shoulders. Violent currents tore through every inch of his body, severing his control over his limbs.
Pain.
That was all Silas could clearly feel.
Agonizing pain.
