Amerys, now—she’d called down something past the level of [Grand Lightning]. It was so powerful that even the Garuda standing warily next to Orthenon had run four hundred paces away rather than risk getting hit.
A [Battle Caster] spoke up from next to Khedal. He wore a full suit of armor and had a staff more like a giant lightning rod, which he was anchoring to the deck. With it, he could throw a bolt of [Grand Lightning] into the air.
Lightning. Far more than Revine’s [Lightning Bolt] spell. Moving artificially, crackling, flickering a hundred thousand times each second at the speed of true lightning. [Grand Lightning]. But so fiercely even the greatest storms wouldn’t match it. Orjin’s eyes saw people fleeing the oasis—and no army. No army—save for a small group with a huge canister of glass that had unleashed the spell.
“Why…why…it’s a great question. Why can’t we use [Light Arrow] and hit someone so fast they can’t see it? Why is [Lightning Bolt] not as fast as an actual bolt of lightning? [Grand Lightning] is almost as good…[Fast Fireball] is literally faster than the average [Fireball]’s speed, but unless we have a Skill or spell, we can’t manually make it faster.”
Fissival fought with spells, and they knew how to link and hurl a bolt of [Grand Lightning] down, or a [Siege Fireball]. They didn’t usually need more than that, but they were more than capable of casting [Acid Storm].
Forty Drakes drove the tips of their spears down hard. They shouted—and the [Grand Lightning] twisted as it arced down. The [Soldiers] screaming in fear looked up as the bolt twisted—and touched the spears.
[Siege Fireball], [Grand Lightning], [Ice Lances]—his claws moved, touching different points on the command-stones. Each one was tuned to a squad nearest to the spell. When it lit up, they reacted, absorbing the spell. Or—deflecting it.
