The lightning danced frivolously in Northern's hands, looking barely contained.
Annette, Vida, and even Aster were all frozen, watching with awe in their eyes.
Northern exhaled and then moved. He flashed forward, the lightning almost vanishing, blurring ahead as he blazed across the distance with devastating speed.
Rughsbourgh was standing above Helena—she was struggling to get up, but the entire space was crushing her back to the ground. And she had not the might to resist the power of space.
He turned his head sideways, microseconds before Northern collided into him with the titanic whip of lightning, causing an intense impact that exploded outward and sent both of them reeling across the destroyed land.
The forest had been razed to the ground by the Leviathan, and there were several patches of fractured lands. Northern and Rughsbourgh flew through all of them, their forces disintegrating the stones and residual trees at an alarming speed.
