"How noisy."
The old man raised his hand and pointed toward the horde gathered beyond the western barrier.
"Since you're all so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
The moment those words left his mouth, lightning erupted from his fingertip.
ZAP!
A bolt of white lightning shot across the battlefield, striking a beast near the front of the horde.
Its body convulsed once before collapsing to the ground.
Before the surrounding monsters could react, I moved my finger toward another target.
ZAP!
Another bolt flashed through the darkness, piercing a massive wolf's skull.
Then another.
And another.
Each time I pointed, lightning erupted from my fingertip, striking a different monster with unerring precision.
Some beasts tried to flee, only to be struck down before they could take more than a few steps.
Others attempted to defend themselves, releasing fireballs or streams of corrosive mana, but their attacks never reached me.
