Shattering The Night

Lassim's hurricane-like eyes remained locked on the sky, his mind rapidly dissecting what he had just witnessed. 

The red lightning had lingered—refused to simply disperse like a normal bolt. It had converged instead of scattering, then shot upward, slicing through the heavy clouds overhead and leaving behind a fractured section of cloudy sky before vanishing.

That was different, and not a normal quality of most lightning dispersing.

Lightning did not stay. It struck, it spread, it dissipated. It did not linger, contract, and condense like that. That behavior wasn't natural. 

The realization clicked, sending a rush through Lassim's body like a second awakening. It was a trait of the Law—not just of lightning, but of the [Law of Storm] itself.