"Improvisation."
Xerollion murmured the word like a prayer to a dark god. The storm column roared toward him, a shrieking pillar of lightning and hurricane force that threatened to strip the flesh from his bones.
ZZZZZT KRAAAAA BOOM!
But Xerollion did not flinch. Instead, he raised a single hand, fingers splayed as if plucking invisible strings.
SHHHHH VROOOOM!
From his palm erupted a burst of raw, unfiltered elemental force, but it wasn't just power. It was power threaded with harmonic frequencies that defied logic.
This was a frequency the construct had no record of, no resonance profile in its vast database, because it was a technique Rex himself had only finished refining in the weeks after the construct's creation.
It was a secret Rex still kept from himself.
The moment Xerollion's energy touched the storm, the vortex didn't explode; it unraveled. The lightning turned to harmless static; the wind collapsed into a harmless sigh.
FIIIIIIIIIIII SHHHH.
