Ral - Draws power from lightning storm

          Ral's mind was elsewhere. His accumulator was nearly exhausted, but there was power all around the cathedral, a storm that had been raging for hours. He could feel the bolts of lightning arcing from cloud to cloud, or earthing themselves on the buildings of the Tenth District's skyline. His mind reached out, drawing them inward, knitting them together.

          "Ral?" Hekara asked. "Everything keen? Only these thrulls are gonna eat us."

          "You may want to . . . stand back."

          The lightning bolt was a monster, a half-dozen strokes rolled together into one, slamming down from the clouds like the hammer of an angry god. The stone wall of the cathedral shattered beneath its power, blowing apart into chunks of red-hot stone that rained down on the grounds below. The electricity flowed into Ral, a flood of power coursing through him like he'd drunk gallons of molten metal. Sparks strobed across his body, crackling through his hair and arcing to the walls every time he moved.

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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 7