Jack's voice rose through the darkness, cutting through Sylph's howling wind with authority that transcended mortal speech.
The words came not from memory but from something more profound. Words carved into his soul through a bond forged in divine fire.
"All-Father, I beseech you.
Draven the Forgotten One,
whose lightning once tore heaven open…
Split the sky, and let the world remember your name."
The response was instantaneous.
White lightning struck down from the blackened sky with force that made the garrison's foundations groan in protest. The bolt didn't arc or fork. It fell in a perfectly vertical column of concentrated divine power that crashed into Jack with the weight of heaven itself.
His body seized as energy beyond mortal comprehension flooded every cell. Red lightning evaporated like morning dew under the summer sun. White radiance exploded from Jack's skin, so bright that nobles threw their hands up to shield their eyes.
