Simultaneously, the second released jagged tendrils of black lightning, crackling with ominous energy that seemed to feed off the very bitterness felt by the people of Verduracliff on the day of their untimely deaths.
Bolts of dark-hued lightning streaked towards Luke with unnerving precision and intensity, carrying enhanced potency, which was then maximized to its highest damage potential.
What's more, was that getting hit by this didn't just roast you with lightning, but if you were unfortunate enough to survive, it inflicted a unique mental status effect on you, forcefully creating a maelstrom of resentment within you, amplifying emotions, especially those of enmity and bitterness.
Such a thing could cloud the judgements of those hit by it, leaving them vulnerable to further attacks and our resident Sword Saint wasn't about to become one.