Another two weeks passed.
Sizzle-crack!
[Thunder King] casually tossed the last completely drained Energy Storage Pouch to the ground, slowly raised his right palm, and stared at the dazzling purple light surging from deep within his pores.
This time, his entire right hand had become a mass of pure, violent light.
The outline of his solid hand bones gradually faded amid the blinding arcs. His five fingers intertwined and pulled at one another like roaming lightning serpents, yet still obeyed his nervous system at will, curling steadily into a fist.
Retract!
With a faint, clear hum, the space around him trembled.
In an instant, the rampaging plasma vanished into his meridians like rivers returning to the sea. The blurred mass of light abruptly solidified, becoming an intact hand with a healthy bronze complexion once more.
[Thunder King] opened his hand and examined the fine lines on his palm, which bore not the slightest scorch mark. His eyes grew slightly warm, and at last he could not help grinning and swearing aloud:
"Fuck... after half a month of this shit, I finally don't have to cook myself medium-well every time I train."
The Game Practice Log lying open beside him was densely packed with alarming crimson error messages.
The first time he had attempted to turn his entire index finger into lightning, his fingertip had exploded into a spray of minced flesh the moment the energy slipped out of control;
The second time, he had forcibly expanded the transformation to his wrist. Surging lightning plasma had backfired through him, instantly reducing half his reinforced vambrace and his entire sleeve to ash, leaving him twitching on the ground in agony for half an hour;
Later, although he had barely stabilized his palm, every exertion left the meridians in his elbow numb and