Bonds Forged in Lightning

High in the air, Lassim and his team soared effortlessly, their flight enhanced by lightning techniques, which crackled faintly as they sped back to the Lightning Sect's headquarters.

Far off in the distance ahead of them, the ever-present storm of the sect's central region churned and rumbled, casting bolts of lightning toward the earth with relentless fury.

Lassim led the group, still recovering from the intense battle two days ago. They had chosen to stay in the city and keep Tristan company while he was healed by a specialist the sect brought to bring him most of the way to a full recovery.

Lassim refused the sect's healer and chose to use it as a chance to practice [Lifestream] more on himself during the wait. Despite the weight of exhaustion and the soreness in his muscles that still lingered, there was a quiet satisfaction in him.