With a slow, deliberate breath, Petne's eyes glowed with a golden intensity as his power began to surge. His bland sword, still hanging lazily at his side, hummed softly. In the next instant, the entire sky around him darkened, as if the world itself braced for what was to come.
A low crackle echoed through the air, deep and threatening.
"Hah!" A sharp sound escaped his lips.
Then, without warning, a burst of golden lightning exploded from Petne, tearing through the atmosphere with a force so overwhelming that the very space around him trembled. The air rippled violently, and the sky itself seemed to split apart.
The ground beneath quaked as if recoiling in fear of the power now unleashed.
