"Then, I shall not let you live."
Gerald's right eye gleamed like a star wrought in wrath. In the next breath, a towering pillar of lightning crashed behind him with a sound like the heavens splitting open. Thunder crackled, roared, and echoed like a divine war horn.
But it didn't end there.
More pillars fell—blinding spears of judgment from the skies—each one a sentence pronounced by a merciless god. From across the horizon, hundreds watched in horror as the sky rained down judgment upon the Lord's Manor. Pillars of white-blue lightning surged with wrathful intent, reducing the once-magnificent estate on the emerald hill to scorched rubble. The hill itself blackened, scorched and broken, as if struck by the hammer of the gods.
But the devastation didn't stop at the manor.
