Quinlan raised his hand, examining his dark gauntlet.
He already knew.
He'd known since the moment he opened his eyes after the trial.
The memory surfaced on its own. The dome. The rose-colored mist. Nyxara pinned beneath him, her body arching, her pride shattering, and the moment his elements had fused under pressure so immense that something new was born from the collision.
Electricity - better known as Elemental Lightning.
He hadn't cast a spell. There was no predetermined shape. No preset cost. No system-defined output. The lightning had materialized from the raw friction of Wind spinning through Water-fluidity and grounding through Earth-density. It had arced between their bodies like it belonged there, like it had always been waiting for the right conditions to exist.
