Chapter 51
Boom!
Rains of currents streamed down on Zain, covering his entirety in blinding silver-white fury. The bolts struck with deafening cracks—each one thicker than a man's arm, forking and twisting like living serpents. The alien battlefield went silent, the only sound the goblins' wild, guttural cheering—deep, rhythmic, almost reverent.
To everyone's surprise, the lightning did not consume him.
A completely silver figure emerged from the storm—two black horns crackling with residual electricity curling upward from his forehead like a crown of thorns. Two petal-like whip-tails lashed the ground behind him, each strike leaving scorched craters and trails of ozone. The transformation was complete, violent, beautiful.
"The seed has germinated," Dax said from above, voice low with genuine enthusiasm. He watched with folded arms, eyes gleaming.
