As soon as he thought about it, he could gather lightning in his hands, and by focusing his mind, he could shape the lightning into any form he desired.
Every use of lightning left his consciousness exhausted, as if his spiritual power had been drained.
Orenmo named this extraordinary power "Thunder Grace."
"Curse God, Prophetic God, Water God, Dragon God..."
Orenmo recalled several gods of the Celestial Kingdom.
Curse Grace, Prophetic Grace, Water Purification Grace, Dragon Clan Grace...
There were so many graces waiting for him to enjoy, as long as he became the Logos King and built temples for the gods on earth.
Orenmo gazed towards the direction of the Capital City.
He knew that the illegitimate son who had ascended the throne must have already mobilized the army to suppress the rebellion.
"Bandi... I originally thought you would be my pawn to check King Dovlo, but instead, you ascended to the throne that was meant for me."
Orenmo murmured.