A Glimpse of Power

Chapter 6: A Glimpse of Power

Alex stirred from his nap, a sense of refreshment washing over him. The goblin battle replayed in his mind. While the fight came easily, a tremor of fear ran through him. Leveling his attributes could help, but his true concern was mastering his newfound lightning control.

Sighing, he assumed a meditative pose, eyes closed, entering a deep state. In this trance, he felt a primal energy beckoning from within, a connection to his very soul. Focusing on this energy, hours melted away before he finally established a link.

His consciousness ripped from his body, landing him in an alien realm. A white-haired man, clad in white robes tied at the waist, stood before him. His physique, sculpted with rippling muscles, commanded respect. This man was surrounded by an army of millions, swords drawn and some cloaked figures wielding staffs pointed toward him. Above, a figure soared, cloaked in black.

The black figure grinned at the white-haired man. "Let's see how you survive against my master, the monarch," he taunted. With a booming voice, he commanded, "Kill him!"

Knights and mages responded with a unified war cry, charging towards the lone figure. Unfazed, the white-haired man stood motionless. Then, in a flash, his body crackled with potent lightning energy, eyes sparkling with electric power. He crouched, the ground fracturing beneath his weight.

Launching himself upwards, a unique transformation unfolded. The coursing lightning engulfed him, seemingly consuming him, only to morph him into the very essence of lightning itself. This metamorphosis occurred in a heartbeat.

The black-clad figure, once smug, was now etched with shock and terror. His gaze fixated on the pulsating lightning, he tore open a rift in space, diving through and sealing it behind him in a desperate escape.

The lightning bolts, now autonomous, sped towards the army at an unimaginable velocity. Fear, palpable in the air after their commander's cowardly retreat, spurred the soldiers to expend their skills in a futile attempt to defend themselves. Knights slashed with mana-infused attacks, mages conjured fireballs and other elemental spells, yet nothing could impede the oncoming doom.

A deafening boom echoed as the first lightning bolt struck. A wide swathe of destruction materialized, reducing knights and mages caught in the blast to smoldering ash, traces of electricity still sparking around the remains. The remaining forces, decimated by the relentless onslaught of lightning, met the same fate, their screams lost amidst the crackle and sizzle of electrified demise.

As the final bolt found its target, the white-haired man, his transformation undone, stood alone. His gaze met Alex's for a fleeting moment before he spoke, his voice a solemn whisper, "Don't trust the other monarchs."

A sudden pull, an invisible force, dragged Alex back into unconsciousness.