The bolt of lightning struck directly at the two people on the rooftop with almost conscious perceptible rage. Abaddon looked at the flash with narrowed eyes that spelt danger. He could sense that the powerful lightning was targeting him.
Without hesitation, he raised a dark wing to shield both himself and Aisling from the sudden strike.
As an ancient being, he had been exposed to all kinds of attacks, ranging from fire and swords to guns and divine magic. When he was younger, he could have been injured by most attacks. However, he was at the threshold of true immortality.
He could not be injured easily except by other half-immortals and true immortals or unique weapons made for dealing with immortal beings. Elemental forces were not a threat to him. Even if he was plunged into a sea of fire, he would not feel much. It would be like a warm summer day.
Therefore, he was not afraid of using his body as a shield against a mere lightning strike.
