With a roar that tore his throat, he threw his arms forward. The violet arc surged through him, leaping from the tower and cascading down the ridge in a brilliant, terrifying web. It bypassed the Vanguard, seeking out the darkness like a heat-seeking predator. In a series of deafening cracks, the Shadow-Sworn were reduced to ash and drifting embers.

Should we focus on and his new powers, or move immediately to the aftermath of the broken Seal ?

It wasn't a sound, but a vibration that rattled his very marrow. A jagged pillar of violet light tore through the clouds, striking the tower’s apex. Kaelen’s vision didn’t fade; it expanded. He could feel the heat of every soldier’s breath, the cold malice of the monsters, and the immense, coiled energy of the sky above. He didn't just follow the lightning—he directed it.

Far to the East, the Great Seal was gone. The lightning had done exactly what the enemy wanted: it had opened the door.

The siege was over, but as the clouds parted to reveal a blood-red moon, they realized the storm hadn't been an attack. It had been a distraction.

Kaelen collapsed, his skin etched with faint, glowing Lichtenberg figures—the "lightning’s signature." Elara reached him first, sliding across the stone. He was breathing, barely, his eyes still reflecting a lingering electric hue.