The Hydra's Fall

"You… lived?" Ragnar asked in shock., landing back on the ground a short distance away.

"You seem quite disappointed," Cyanide said calmly, not even bothering to shoot him a glance. "But unfortunately, I do not die that easily."

Saying this, he hugged himself with his wings of lightning in a defensive posture, charging them up, before suddenly opening them again wide as several powerful purple streaks of lightning thundered across the air, threatening to tear space itself open, and bombarded the Hydra's various heads.

The Thunderflight Soul Art created wings of lightning. And what better conductor was there than electricity itself? Cyanide had absorbed the lightning with those wings, charged them up further, and now, shot them back towards the Hydra.

"SKREEEEE!"