Awakening! III

As the screech and thunder tore through the silence, a dark cloud hung over the sky. Lightning thundered on Arcane relentlessly as she hovered in the air, taking it all with pained, low screeches.

Every time lightning struck Arcane, a small, barely visible white thunderbolt mark began to form just above her glabella, at the center of her forehead.

The bottom tip of the thunderbolt's symbol began filling up like a container, showing clear signs of progress.

Rex looked at Arcane, his expression grim, his fist clenched tightly.

His gaze moved toward her father, who was lying on the floor like a husk. Yet faint life flickered within him. Just barely alive, the father hadn't used all of his soul. He couldn't, a wisp of it still remained within him.

Everything proceeded smoothly. But Rex and Darius knew that this wouldn't last long.