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The siege was over, but as the clouds parted to reveal a blood-red moon, they realized the storm hadn't been an attack. It had been a distraction.
“Part of the journey is knowing when to stop being afraid of the burn,” Kaelen muttered. [S2E7] Follow the Lightning: Part Two
It wasn't a sound, but a vibration that rattled his very marrow. A jagged pillar of violet light tore through the clouds, striking the tower’s apex. Kaelen’s vision didn’t fade; it expanded. He could feel the heat of every soldier’s breath, the cold malice of the monsters, and the immense, coiled energy of the sky above. He didn't just follow the lightning—he directed it. The siege was over, but as the clouds
The storm didn’t just break over the Ridge; it screamed. In the wake of the first half of the siege, the air felt ionized, tasting of ozone and wet iron. It wasn't a sound, but a vibration that
With a roar that tore his throat, he threw his arms forward. The violet arc surged through him, leaping from the tower and cascading down the ridge in a brilliant, terrifying web. It bypassed the Vanguard, seeking out the darkness like a heat-seeking predator. In a series of deafening cracks, the Shadow-Sworn were reduced to ash and drifting embers.
