A bolt of lightning bursts above your head. Crackling electricity cascades around an invisible dome proceeding from your witch's outstretched hands and flows safely into the ground. Sweat glistens on your witch's forehead as she clenches her hands in pain. Such control of the elements is an awesome sight, but it has drained her. Nethertheless, she certainly saved your life in that moment.

More lightning bolts land not far off. You are near the center of it now, the eye of the storm. You begin to run.

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