[Bonus thanks to TheHonoredOne69 <3]
The humanoid hovered above the devastated continent without a single thread of lightning escaping its body, and that absence made the power packed inside it feel even more severe.
The storm that had covered hundreds of kilometers had been compressed beneath a smooth pale-gold surface threaded with violet, every spark, every roaring current, and every scrap of destructive Will forced into a frame only slightly larger than Sylas himself.
Nothing leaked from it because there was nothing loose enough to leak. The surrounding atmosphere bent away from its limbs in shallow depressions, and whenever one of its fingers shifted, the clouds nearby shuddered as though the movement had displaced something far heavier than flesh.
