The moment Lassim's fingers closed around the orb of red lightning, his body jolted, nearly a full blown seizure—his mind instantly going blank—despite his innate affinity with the Lightning element.
The energy surged into him, wild and primordial, flowing through his arm and into his spiritual pressure with an intensity that pushed his limits, almost overwhelming him.
The crackling arcs of red lightning snapped inward through his mana veins and towards his inner heart world, clashing with his fused mana in violent bursts of violet, azure, and crimson.
His muscles tensed and shook as he instinctively tried to adjust; his fused mana rising to meet the foreign power.
But this had little effect since this wasn't an attack where the energy was trying to consume him or dominate his spirit—it was something far more complex.