Elder Jill, still hiding behind a stone ledge with Sparky guarding her, could barely believe what she was witnessing.
"He's… triggering an environmental resonance," she murmured. "Not just absorbing lightning—he's guiding it, maturing it. Even the forest is responding…"
Sparky growled in awe. "That's my master… He is always unpredictable. This is more than awakening. This is recognition."
In the center of it all, Kent's hair now stood upright, dancing like silver flames. His eyes opened briefly—and in them were seen seven miniature lightning beasts, spinning like galaxies in his irises. He took another breath—and with it, the Seventh Beast, the black dragonling, struck him squarely.
Boom.
A dome of radiant lightning exploded outward, flattening the ground in all directions.
