The notification had appeared in his vision minutes ago, triggered by the thunder strikes he'd been calling down on the fortress.
Each bolt was precise, targeting clusters of demons with ruthless efficiency.
Guards on the walls.
Patrols in the courtyards.
Anyone, whether they were important or not, was struck at random.
Twenty-five deaths in ninety seconds wasn't difficult when you could call lightning from the sky.
{Jack? Your eyes are... they're glowing. Like, really glowing. What's happening? Is this another Soul Warden thing? Because it's kind of terrifying and I'm on YOUR side!}
Jack ignored Oscar's commentary, his attention fixed on Rynath.
The serpentine general was still on her knees, her wounded shoulder bleeding through the makeshift bandage she'd managed to apply.
Her eyes tracked his movements with a mixture of fear and fascination.
