Crackle! Zzzzt!
A surge of lightning, flowing like a wave across the icy ground, abruptly diverted and scattered outward. At the point where the electricity split stood Rigen Hael, a mage under Merentil Pharmaceuticals' employ.
Sweat trickled down Rigen Hael's temple as he drew power from his magical core, his expression tense with concentration.
Blocking the enemy's attack had been equal parts preparation and luck. He had anticipated the strike, preparing just in time for what could have been a devastating blow.
Seated in the rearmost van, Rigen Hael had a clear view of the convoy's lead vehicle as it slid and toppled on the icy road.
The moment it happened, he knew this was no accident.
Someone had orchestrated it, and the attack wouldn't stop there.
Among the myriad spells the enemy could cast in such conditions, one possibility stood out.
Lightning magic.
