BOOOOM!
Suddenly, the sky tore open with a deafening roar. White lightning streaked down, targeting Quill like an executioner's blade.
One bolt struck his shoulder, and his scream echoed across the barren field.
But the lightning didn't stop. Bolt after bolt rained down, hammering his body, forcing him to his knees.
Each strike burned away his flesh, only for it to be reforged stronger, tougher, and etched with glowing runes of power.
The ground trembled violently under the sheer force of the energy. Stones cracked, and fissures spread outward, releasing waves of heat and static.
When some of the white lightning veered off course, it began converging on Reign's body, since he was nearby.
But before it could reach him, his own dark red lightning shot out, devouring the white lightning like it was a snack, showing it who the real boss was.
