Lodawg's response was a guttural chant. The crimson storm intensified, lightning strikes hammering down with renewed fury. The lake beside them began to boil, steam rising in thick clouds.
Jolthar gathered his three powers at once. Green telekinesis formed a dome around him, deflecting lightning. Silver voidwrath spiralled along his arms, hungry for release.
Blue phantom blades extended from his forearms, longer and sharper than before.
With a shout that seemed to shake the heavens, Jolthar thrust his hands outward. The green dome exploded outward in all directions.
The telekinetic shockwave ripped across the clearing. Trees snapped like twigs. The ground itself buckled and heaved. Lodawg's lightning storm dissipated instantly as the wave struck him, lifting him off his feet and hurling him backward.
Jolthar didn't give it the chance.
Silver voidwrath streaked from his fingertips and around his long blade, Knashii.
