Ethan's chest jolted hard.
He could feel it clearly—the thunder wasn't rejecting him. If anything, it was answering the Heavenly Demon Lightning inside him.
The resonance was impossible to put into words. Like two rivers that had been split apart, now finding each other again under the pull of fate.
"Nysera!" His voice was low and firm, cutting through the roar of the storm and landing cleanly in her awareness. "Kill them."
The answer was even more violent thunder.
Nysera didn't speak. She only lifted her fingers a fraction.
The air froze solid.
The next instant, countless white lightning bolts dropped from deep within the clouds at the same time. Like divine punishment, they poured down and swallowed Nexaris's formations whole.
And at that exact moment, Ethan stopped holding anything back.
