Ral - Lightning sensing/power

          Thunderstorms usually made him feel a kind of euphoria. All that power, coursing freely through the air, brilliant streams of energy writing themselves across his skin in trails of fire. He could reach out and touch it, taste it, smell the ozone heat. Now, though . . .

          It's not enough. Lightning bolts could crack stone and melt steel. But they couldn't make the wheels of bureaucracy grind faster, or triangulate resonators more accurately, or align mizzium coils. They can't make a bunch of bloody idiots do what they're told.


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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 13