A sharp crack split the air, followed by the unmistakable hiss of mana discharging. Blue arcs of lightning burst across her skin, crawling through her veins like molten wire.
Her body seized violently, muscles locking as the jolt rippled through her from head to toe.
She let out a strangled gasp and collapsed, twitching uncontrollably on the ground. The smell of singed fabric and burnt hair filled the tent.
My mouth fell open slightly, not in fear—but in genuine astonishment. I stared for a moment, watching her convulse like a puppet caught in a storm.
"This bitch…" I muttered under my breath, half amused, half incredulous. "Did she just lie to me?"
The crackling energy faded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving behind a faint shimmer of smoke rising from her arm. She groaned—a mix between a cry and a low whimper—as the pain settled into her limbs.
