Bahamut was stark naked now. His body was rapidly changing, visible, as the strikes continued without pause. The sixtieth strike was so powerful that it pushed him down a bit, but the projection roared and hit the lightning with its body. Its horns glowed blindingly, and the sky cracked further.
A heavy pressure fell on those watching as the projection expanded, growing even bigger. The next strike that appeared was so huge that the earth shook. Some people even collapsed from the sheer magnitude of what they were experiencing. It was as if gods had descended into the world.
The lightning descended like an executioner's sword, plunging straight at the head of the beast projection, but the projection wasn't to be messed with either.
The sky split wider as the final strike tore downward, a colossal pillar of divine wrath that swallowed the heavens in blinding white. It carried no sound at first, only pressure, a suffocating force that crushed the air and bent the world.
