POV Vesuvius:
The huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, smashing against the large barrier of the rotating sphere of the water protecting the wyrm. The lightning loudly crackled, the blue electrical arcs and tendrils surging through the barrier.
The water was loudly hissing, evaporating into steam as more and more lightning bolts struck from the sky.
The blue lights constantly flashed in the dark sky, accompanied by the thunders echoing through the whole mountain range.
The wyrm couldn't even move, the lightning raining on its barrier from all directions as it flapped its wings, hovering above the sea of bubbling orange magma.
Vesuvius flapped his wings, his huge body lifting from the ground, the shadow of his wings covering the magma-filled valley underneath him. He felt the power, and he enjoyed every single second of the encounter.
