'Tell me, my little children, what crime has this lizard committed that it must die this evening?' There was silence. In raising my head like a joke, I tried to laugh. That was the same time I realized that Grandma was dead serious with us.
Obehi Peter Ewanfoh:
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"You think a little snowstorm's gonna stop me?" he said, his voice cutting through the chaos, sharp and unwavering. A faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips, electricity flickering brighter now, refusing to be snuffed out.
The battle wasn't over. Not yet.
Like every climactic fight the boy had faced before, this one carried the same sense of inevitability—but its scale was utterly absurd.
As the massive lizards descended from the mountains, their full size became horrifyingly clear. Their heads still brushed the storm-laden clouds above, even though only half of their colossal forms was visible. Every step they took sent tremors rippling through the frozen expanse, each one a seismic event in itself.
It was ridiculous. How the hell is anyone supposed to fight those things, let alone beat them?
But the boy didn't back down—now or ever. The enormity of the challenge didn't crush him. If anything, it only made his laugh.
"Alright then," he muttered, electricity crackling to life around his fingertips. His lips curled into a confident, almost reckless grin as arcs of energy danced up his arms. "Let's deal with them quickly."
The frozen wasteland stretched endlessly, its suffocating silence broken only by the crackling surge of electricity tearing through the frigid air. The boy stood atop a jagged ice formation, his silhouette illuminated by the eerie glow of the storm-churned sky. His eyes burned with exhilaration, a cocky grin etched across his face. He felt untouchable, his body alive with raw, untamed power that defied the frozen desolation surrounding him.
With a deliberate motion, he raised his hand, summoning the full force of lightning from deep within. The air around him thrummed violently, a deafening hum building as the energy coiled and surged to its peak. Then, in a single, blinding instant, a searing beam of lightning erupted from his palm, carving through the darkness like the wrath of a vengeful god.
This was no ordinary lightning. It wasn't just light or energy—it was pure, unrelenting electricity, a chaotic torrent of electrons accelerated to near-light speed. The surrounding air superheated on contact, creating a radiant plasma sheath—a phenomenon known as Electric Breakdown where even the atmosphere itself bent to his will, forced to conduct his overwhelming power.
The plasma glowed with an unearthly brilliance, blinding white and electric blue swirling together in a mesmerizing, deadly display. Jagged arcs of residual electricity danced outward like veins of living energy, lashing at ice formations and striking the frozen ground in chaotic bursts. The acrid scent of ozone mingled with the sharp bite of scorched frost, while the ground beneath him trembled as though the very realm recoiled in protest of his dominance.
This was more than an attack—it was a proclamation. A warning. A promise of annihilation to anything bold—or foolish—enough to stand in his way.
And foolish they were.
The first crystalline lizard—a towering monstrosity of jagged ice and glowing frost—stood no chance. The boy's beam struck its massive chest, and for a fleeting moment, its translucent body refracted the lightning into a stunning array of vibrant rainbows. But beauty was fleeting, giving way to pure destruction.
With a deafening crack, the lizard's icy form began to splinter. Superheated water vapor erupted from its core as the energy boiled the creature from the inside out. Steam hissed and roared as the ice gave way, exploding violently into countless shards. Fragments of its crystalline body launched in every direction like deadly shrapnel, littering the ground with razor-edged remnants that shimmered under the cold, dim light. The creature's destruction was absolute, its imposing form reduced to a field of glittering debris.
The boy laughed, sharp and unrestrained, his voice echoing across the frozen wasteland. "Come on! Is that all you've got?" he shouted, electricity snapping and crackling around him like an untamed storm. His cocky grin dared the remaining lizards to step forward, as if the destruction of one was merely an appetizer.
Undeterred, the remaining lizards pressed on, their colossal forms looming over the fractured battlefield. Their jagged bodies glowed faintly, an eerie frost radiating from their cores. Each deliberate step shook the earth, the frozen ground groaning beneath their immense weight. Long, ominous shadows stretched across the expanse, but the boy stood firm, unshaken and exhilarated.
With a sharp motion, he raised both hands, and the air seemed to ignite with electrical fury. Arcs of lightning danced between his fingers, crackling and spiraling as the energy built to a crescendo. The atmosphere itself grew heavy with power, each spark adding to the growing storm around him. Finally, the lightning converged into a single, concentrated beam, brighter, hotter, and far more ferocious than the last.
The beam wasn't just energy—it was a weapon, a blade of pure destruction that hummed with lethal intent. The boy whipped his arm sideways with a swift, deliberate motion, and the beam followed like an extension of his will. It cut through the frozen air, slicing with surgical precision, and struck one of the advancing lizards mid-step.
The impact was instantaneous and merciless. The creature's crystalline body groaned under the assault, the sharp resonance of cracking ice reverberating through the battlefield. The beam tore through its massive form, cleaving it cleanly in half. For a brief, surreal moment, the two halves of the lizard remained upright, as though frozen in disbelief at their fate. Then, with a loud, grinding sound, the upper portion slid free, crashing to the ground in a spectacular cascade of glittering shards.
The boy spun on his heel, effortlessly redirecting the beam toward another lizard. The massive creature didn't stand a chance. The lightning tore through it brutally, splitting the creature in two with the same clean precision as before. Steam erupted from the fissures as its crystalline form cracked and collapsed, scattering jagged shards of ice across the battlefield.
He moved with an almost arrogant grace, each step and motion brimming with confidence. The crackle of electricity around him felt as natural as breathing—arcs of lightning extending from his fingertips, obliterating everything in his path. His laughter rang out, sharp and wild, cutting through the icy wind as he toyed with his remaining enemies.
The colossal lizards, unyielding in their advance, crumbled one by one. Each strike of his electric fury shattered them, leaving towering piles of crystalline debris in his wake. Steam hissed and rose from the broken remains, merging with the cold, biting air. The battlefield had become a chaotic masterpiece—glimmering shards scattered like stars, glowing fissures pulsing with residual energy, and the ever-present hum of electricity saturating the atmosphere.
For the boy, this was no desperate fight for survival. It was a game—a spectacle of his utter dominance. Every arc of lightning, every explosion of ice, was just another note in the symphony of destruction he orchestrated. He reveled in it, his grin unwavering, his movements fluid and unhurried.
The frozen wasteland had transformed into a theater of light and sound. What was once a dim, lifeless expanse now flickered with the crackling glow of his power. Flashes of white and electric blue painted the sky as if the heavens themselves had bent to his will.
When the last lizard fell, its towering form reduced to a collapsing cascade of crystalline fragments, the boy slowly lowered his arms. His electric aura fizzled out, lingering only around his arms. The battlefield was silent now, save for the whisper of the wind.
Around him, there was nothing left but debris—mountains of glittering shards, steaming fissures, and the lingering scent of ozone. The once-threatening landscape had been reduced to ruins, and in the center of it all stood the boy, his cocky grin still firmly in place.
He stretched his arms casually, as if he had merely finished a warm-up, and muttered to himself, "Well, that was fun. What's next?"
This was a slaughter. There was nothing left to do but watch the spectacle unfold.
The damn lizard—the one who had caused all of this chaos, the real instigator—was still hiding.
Was I pissed? Oh, absolutely. You bet I was.
So I did the next best thing: I reached into the very fabric of reality itself and tore it open, unraveling the space where the beast had been hiding.
The lizard was momentarily stunned. It froze, blinking in confusion at the sudden shift in its surroundings. It didn't know what had just happened, but its instincts kicked in. Seeing that the boy wasn't attacking, the creature hesitated and then cautiously moved past him.
It was a surreal sight—an Alpha predator, a creature of immense power, moving carefully around a human boy who looked no older than 15 or 16. The predator, the one that should have ruled this domain, was acting as if it were the prey.
Was the lizard angry? Of course, it was. It was furious, its instincts screaming at it to retaliate.
But what could it do? It couldn't take on the boy. It knew that. It could only fight, knowing full well it was doomed to die trying.
But the boy? He took the lizard's attack like it was nothing. He shrugged it off with ease, then, in one fluid motion, destroyed the creatures he had summoned like nothing—just another insignificant obstacle in his path.
But it will not give up….
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