Suddenly, Alex felt a deep chill running down his spine, the temperature in the dome felt like it had dropped by several degrees, odd sweat running down his face as he could not help but look down at the still raging explosion of lightning below him with a bad feeling in his heart.
Out of the still roaring purple thunderbolts, hints of black were seen slowly leaking from it, the leaks only getting bigger, deeper, and more profound, Alex's bewilderment growing step by step alongside it as he inwardly took a gulp of saliva, tightly gripping his spear in the air as he prepared for the worst, the deep hatred and killing intent from the atmosphere overwhelming his senses, making it hard to even breathe
