The first blow had sent him skidding across the scorched earth. The second had thrown him into the air. By the fifth, Danial had lost count of how many times Balthazar's lightning had found him — had claimed him — despite every desperate dodge, every instinctive twist of his body away from the crackling white-hot discharge. But the sixth strike did not merely find him. It consumed him.He hit the ground hard, arms splayed, the air driven from his lungs. His clothes were burned through in jagged patches, the edges still smouldering, and the skin beneath hummed with a deep, resonant ache that reached all the way to his bones. For a long moment, he simply lay there.Then his eyes opened — and they shone.It was subtle at first, like candlelight behind frosted glass. But it grew, a faint luminescence deep within his irises, flickering with the same rhythm as the charged air still crackling around him. Danial blinked once. Then,he pushed himself to his feet.Balthazar watched without a word
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