Jack's jaw clenched as the lightning entered his system through the contact point at his skull, flowing downward through his body with force that made his muscles spasm immediately.
The electrical current was nothing like his own red lightning. This was ancient power, refined over millennia, compressed into an essence that transcended simple elemental affinity.
It felt like his skin was melting.
The golden lightning spread through his body in branching patterns that followed nerve pathways, blood vessels, and bone structure.
Everywhere it touched, Jack's flesh responded with agony that defied description.
The burning wasn't external; it came from within, from cells being forced to become something they were never designed to be.
His bones broke.
He could feel them fracturing under the pressure of the power they weren't designed to contain.
