The arc of energy struck Elio with brutal force.
Ice Ball let out a distressed squawk, flapping its wings helplessly as it watched its master's ordeal.
The pain was immediate and intense, as if every nerve in his body had ignited simultaneously. Elio screamed, but the sound was drowned out by the crackling energy.
The agony was indescribable, transcending everything he had experienced before. It felt as if a thousand white-hot needles were piercing his skin while his muscles contracted violently, beyond his control. The smell of ozone flooded his nostrils, mixing with the acrid aroma of his own scorched flesh.
The force of the impact hurled him backward, his body transformed into an inert projectile.
For a moment, Elio lost all sense of space and time, his mind overloaded by the trauma of the attack, unable to orient itself in the chaos of sensations overwhelming him.
