Stirring the Elemental Spirit
"Yes, son… you are ready to hear. Listen well. This lightning~! " Ben's voice broke through charged air, not only with authority, but weight of generations, of millennia of lessons learned and sacrifices made. The vessel before Victor quivered in anguish, angry arcs of lightning writhing inside, coiling like serpents of pure light contained in crystal prisons. Every snapping motion appeared calculated, like the lightning itself was animate, observing them, learning about them.
The air near it vibrated and thrummed, filled with a rough, nearly living energy that resonated under Victor's skin. Victor leaned forward involuntarily, black hair falling over his shoulders, caressing the sensitive flesh at his collarbone. His purple eyes widened, pupils dilated in awe, and a ripple of fear crept at the corners of his mind. "…This… this isn't normal lightning." His voice shook, trembling under the load of disbelief combined with fascination.
