Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190529225222

The sky litters in spires of lightning. The same launched by Host-Prad twice before. About a dozen of these payloads pokes beyond th darkness of the clouds, waiting to make galvanized dust out of anything they touch.

Beyond the clouds, lightning rules the plane, circulating, gathering in amalgams over even their heights. Vapor erupts still from the armour, wailing of the body’s pain at the mere control of the element. His indifference breathes through his callous movement.