BOOOOM!
The lightning tore through the sky like a blade. It didn't come with warning. There was no thunder before it. Just the light - white, dry, brutal. It put out all the torches in the square. Silence. For two seconds, no one understood what had happened.
Scarlet's eyes widened. She was still holding the arrow that had pierced her forehead a few moments ago. "Holy shit..." She muttered, looking at the flash.
The sound had died away completely. The screams stopped immediately. The rebel elves stopped marching and looked up. Then at each other. What had once been a mob ready to kill was now a bunch of confused and frightened faces.
And then came the pressure.
It wasn't magic. It wasn't wind. It was as if the air had thickened. The ground seemed heavier. The body itself seemed heavier. An uncomfortable silence overtook everything. Not even the hostages were moaning anymore, everyone was static.
Lyana looked around. "Do you feel that?"
