At the summit of Nether Mountain, at the source of the Heaven and Earth Chains.
A red-haired girl sat quietly atop the metal orb, which radiated endless lightning. She let the bolts strike her body. At some point, she opened her eyes and gazed down at an angle, sighing, "So talent really is fixed. No matter how I quiet my mind and try to comprehend it, I can't sense the Lightning Element."
Where the light and shadow met, a dark mass abruptly rose from the ground. It gradually took shape, revealing Lincoln.
"If I hadn't asked Youming to look for you, you probably would've forgotten this little Nether Mountain existed," the red-haired girl teased, a rare playful note in her voice.
Dark Lincoln, also rarely seen wearing a Black-Gold Fish-Dragon Robe, rode a shadow up to the girl's level and smiled. "Who knew that after only ten thousand years apart, you'd start missing me? You're... trying to cultivate the Laws of Lightning?"
He sounded hesitant at the end. In Lincoln's eyes, after countless years, anyone should have long since accepted their own natural talents.
"Yeah. I was just too bored. I remember thinking the mountainside here was so striking that I settled here with Youming. Later, I obtained this Thunder Golden Orb and placed it atop my palace as a natural defensive barrier. Of course, after I became a Chief God, these Heaven and Earth Chains became more decorative than useful." Hela gently stroked the golden orb beneath her and smiled faintly.
Lincoln dispersed the shadow beneath him and sat on the metal orb, which even Seven-Star powerhouses feared. Like Hela, he let the lightning strike him.
"As a cultivation aid, your orb is even more effective than the lightning in Hell's Star Fog Sea or the Thunder Pool on