Chapter 111: Final Clash (8)
Alex remained suspended within the golden bolt, every fiber of his being caught in that divine torrent. Time seemed to stretch—no more than five seconds had passed, but each one felt like an eternity of shattering pain and rebirth. His muscles tore and reknit around crackling veins of lightning; bones splintered only to fuse anew under the storm’s relentless hammer. A Legend-rank feat, yet here he stood, a Grandmaster defying every expectation.
He clenched his teeth, silent against the agony. Each breath was a battle; each heartbeat a drum of defiance. He willed the lightning to bend to him, to obey his fractured flesh and focused mind. But the bolt’s fury was overwhelming: he had absorbed sixty-five percent of its raw power, and already his form trembled on the brink of collapse. If he did nothing, unconsciousness would claim him.
Then, with the last reserve of his shattered will, Alex unleashed his Domain.
Domain: Paragon of Lightning
A ripple of energy pulsed outward, carving a circular arena of crackling air around him. Within its bounds, every spark and surge of lightning fell under his command—divine or otherwise. Even as the celestial bolt continued to pour down, its chaotic wrath now answered his silent command.
Alex exhaled in a whisper of effort. He directed the storm’s fury away from his body: golden arcs recoiled, streaming from his chest toward the wounded earth giant still standing. The redirected lightning struck the titan’s rocky form with a cataclysmic crash. Stone splintered, joints exploded, and the giant collapsed into a mound of shattered boulders.
For a heartbeat, the battlefield stood hushed—then the thunderclap rolled on, mournful and distant.
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Thought for a couple of seconds