Consciousness returned to Jack in fragments.
Cold stone beneath his back, wind carrying the faint residue of electricity across his face, and the constant rumble of thunder overhead.
Jack's eyes opened, and the world looked fundamentally different.
Altred in ways his previous perception couldn't have registered.
Electrical currents flowed through the air in golden threads, visible now where they'd been invisible before.
The storm clouds overhead weren't just weather clouds. They were massive reservoirs of power, each one containing enough electrical potential to level cities.
And everything conducted. The stone beneath him. The air around him. Even with the massive form of Stormfang sleeping ten feet away, the wyvern's body was generating faint electrical fields that Jack's new eyes could read like text.
Jack sat up slowly, his body responding with coordination that felt both familiar and completely alien.
