Zarathos's one eye burned with fury, glowing like an ember in the dim light of the battlefield. He turned his full attention to Kael, his mouth opening wide to reveal sharp, menacing teeth. From the depths of his throat emerged a crackling bolt of lightning. It surged forward, tearing through the air with a deafening roar and striking Kael with explosive force. The ground sizzled with raw energy as the lightning connected, sending Kael sprawling into the mud, his body convulsing in agony.
Kael's vision blurred, darkening at the edges. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest. He struggled to rise, his breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps, his limbs trembling under the strain. The sheer power of Zarathos's attack was overwhelming, a relentless assault on his very being. As Kael fought to regain his footing, his eyes met Zarathos's. They gleamed with malevolent triumph, the primordial god's lips curling into a sneer.