"Rodrick," Helena said softly, her eyes widening as she took a step back. "What's happening?"
I could feel it too. Rodrick's aura, usually calm and controlled, was shifting—expanding. His entire presence in the room was changing, growing heavier, more intense. The blue glow of the lightning intensified, casting long shadows across the stone walls. The air felt charged, almost suffocating in its intensity.
Rodrick stood still, his eyes closed as the lightning danced across his skin, crackling along his armor and up the length of his sword. His aura was absorbing the energy, synchronizing with the power of the Raikiri in a way I hadn't expected. It was as if the sword was unlocking something deep within him, awakening a latent potential he hadn't yet realized.
