Light. Life.
Ray wielded both elements as though they were one and the same.
Due to this, no one could ever tell if his next shot was imbued with the will to save a life, or take it. Not at a glance.
He hadn't learned anything through any of that and he never again would.
Ray was out cold. His will to live was strong but man was inherently weak. If he were to survive, it would not be on his own merit.
A miracle. He needed a miracle.
And sometimes miracles were born out of chance.
Lightning.
A flash of lightning streaked by where Kaleidoscope stood in triumph. Kal had seen that light before and this time around it was not a welcome sight for the light had taken something that belonged to it.
A screech resounded through the caverns but Dakgu just ran back towards Sanctuary holding a beaten and battered man. His torso still contained a thick earthen pillar. How could he still be alive?
