Raiden struck upward with his spear, and a terrifying surge of electricity erupted—bzzzt—like a scream torn from the sky itself.
In an instant, a massive sphere of condensed lightning appeared out of nowhere, swelling violently as it began to rise dozens of meters into the air, its surface crackling with wild arcs of light that scorched the clouds around it.
"What is that thing?"
"Can you feel… that aura?"
"Is this the power of a Martial Emperor?!"
Everyone looked up—generals and soldiers alike—necks craned, breaths held. Even the envoys of the Millennial Seven Thrones Empire felt their expressions darken as the oppressive power behind that sphere washed over them like a crushing tide. One of them shouted at Raiden, his voice strained,
"You human child, what do you think you're doing?!"
Then, at that moment—
BOOOOOOM
