Chapter 112
At the top of a windy mountain, Zain Godfall sat calmly.
Vice Captain of the Wyvern Squad. Thunder-wielder. A man whose very presence made the skies tremble.
From time to time, the sky changed — clouds swirling, darkening, cracking. Veins of thunder landed on his being, striking his flesh with the force of a hundred lightning bolts. At the end of each strike, he swallowed the lightning.
Crack.
A vein of lightning struck his shoulder. He breathed in. The electricity vanished into his lungs, his veins, his very core.
Crack.
Another. He swallowed that one too.
"Now that I have your attention."
Zain opened his eyes. They were the color of storm clouds — grey, shifting, alive. He looked up at the sky, at the familiar sight that had appeared before him.
The holographic image of Dax.
His lips parted.
Captain.
He stayed calm, watching and listening. His massive hands rested on his knees. His beard, white as lightning, billowed in the wind.
