Lightning arced from Lucas's outstretched hand, a blinding flash of pure electrical force—only to be caught by the Purge commander, whose palm glowed with that same eerie red-tinged aura. The commander absorbed the energy with nothing more than a contemplative tilt of his head.
"As I said," he remarked as Lucas's lightning dissipated harmlessly, "I've been looking forward to this. S ranked soldier they claim you are, Mr. Grey. Interesting... very interesting!"
Lucas's eyes narrowed as the commander began generating his own electrical field, but with a red hue that spoke of a fundamentally different energy source than his natural lightning.
This was going to be considerably more challenging than he'd anticipated.
