My Lightning Dominion was gone, most likely evolved when Dara gave me her threads, and my field spell was now different, and the way I saw lightning was now different.
Each thread that erupted from my hands was as thick as my thumb, crackling with enough energy to light up a small village, and when I sent it out, they carried my will and tore through demons as if each thread were sharper than razors.
My lightning was not just shocking and burning; the threads gave them the power of cutting.
The second wave of lightning threads shot across the battlefield, fifty metres, a hundred, two hundred. They found the demons, cut through them, and kept going, and for the Khaaz with thicker defenses, they could not easily tear through the threads, as every action they made ensured that the threads bit deeper into their bodies.
