Chapter 11: Harbringer
Jett strode toward the nine Specters of Madness, his crimson bolt crackling at his side. Cerven—the name of the crimson lightning bolt—was his most powerful lightning weapon, designed solely to inflict maximum damage. He could launch it with blinding speed, recall it instantly, and wield it like a deadly blade.
As he advanced, one specter stifled its fear and charged in a four-legged sprint unlike any human run, churning rotten flesh and soil in its wake. Jett remained motionless, serene.
When the creature entered his range, Jett's heart pounded and magic crackled at his fingertips as he traced a crimson arc, slicing its forehead with surgical accuracy. A thunderous boom echoed as the specter's skull exploded in crimson light, its body collapsing in a heap.
Shaken free of dread, the remaining monsters lunged from all sides. Jett swiveled his head once to gauge their positions before locking onto his next target.
He dashed forward, abandoning his guard stance for a direct thrust at the nearest chest. His lightning bolt grazed the specter's torso, triggering a violent explosion of crimson energy.
Shifting into a throwing stance, he released Cerven with a sonic boom, obliterating a second foe. Stepping aside, he extended his arm to recall his weapon. A shrill screech announced its return—Cerven impaled a third specter on its way back, carrying a thick tang of decay.
Three down.
Two more specters spotted an opening and charged like rabid beasts. With a single wide slash, Jett cleaved them both in half.
With the path cleared, none remained who could harm him. Amid the scattered remains, he stood still, hand clenched around his weapon, eyes alight with excitement.