Lightning.
He heard the thunder that resounded after lightning struck, but there was no lightning. No flash of light, nothing besides the abrupt and ear shattering noise.
Alan touched his chest, and his body spasmed as he fell towards the ground, unable to command his muscles to move his wings to fly. His body refused to listen as he was paralysed and fell to the ground.
He could see small, red drops of blood escape from the wound on his chest. His hands were covered in his own blood as he felt his ribs had been slashed apart by whatever had attacked him. But it only felt like that, his bones were strong enough to resist the attack.
"F*ck!"
He cursed, it was a wonder how he could move his tongue to do so. And after the vile word escaped his mouth, thunderstruck once more.
Alan was struck again, and sparks of lightning escaped his body as he fell towards the ground at an increased speed.
[Dragon Eyes has been activated.]
