[She shakes off his words and reaches up, calling out to the sky. It's natural, it's easy, and that...feeling inside her is screaming at her to do it. Thunder rumbles and lightning crackles through the clouds and stabs down, spears of blue-white light shredding fleeing cultists. Gouts of earth erupt as more lightning strikes, rupturing all around them but never touching them.
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Thunder rumbles and lightning crackles through the clouds and stabs down, spears of blue-white light shredding fleeing cultists. Gouts of earth erupt as more lightning strikes, rupturing all around them but never touching them.
This...was instinct?!]