Julian sat back, his gaze falling on Annie still asleep behind him. His heart steadied as he whispered, "Mother… I'll see you soon."
He took a long breath and closed his eyes once more. The room faded into silence until only the faint hum of Heaven's energy surrounded him. He raised his palm and focused his mind, visualizing a lightning forming in his grasp.
Slowly, the energy began to stir. Threads of golden light drifted toward him, actively responding to his intent. They gathered around his hand, swirling lazily at first—then, as his concentration deepened, the light condensed.
crackle crackle
To Julian's surprise, the golden light suddenly changed form, transforming into a bolt of lightning that crackled with energy between his fingers.
He studied it with quiet wonder. "Hm," he murmured. "So Heaven's energy can shift its nature depending on the wielder. It becomes what I will it to be."
