A mass of thunderclouds gathered above Denarian Saal's head. It looked as though an extra layer of frosted glass had appeared there, but the lightning generated by that patch of cloud was no less powerful than the output of an entire power plant.
The terrifying surge of electricity exploded instantly, blasting huge swathes of damage across the powerful symbiote bodysuit covering Nebula.
The current directly burned the symbiote to ash with its intense heat, but with the symbiote acting as a barrier, Nebula herself suffered little harm.
What left Denarian Saal even more helpless was that the black bodysuit could rapidly repair itself.
After the Static Storm, the black material on Nebula's outstretched hand had been reduced to only a palm-sized patch. Yet once the lightning faded, it quickly grew back and covered Nebula again. It looked no different from before.
That move had already consumed more than half the energy Denarian Saal had stored in his body. He could not even release Chain Lightning anymore.
Despair filled Denarian Saal's face. How was he supposed to keep fighting?
Was he really going to die here today?
Denarian Saal could not help thinking of his family back home, as well as the fellow tribesmen captured by slaver gangs and tortured to death during modifications. He had survived only because his people had pinned their greatest hopes on him. If he died here too, all of their hopes would be extinguished.
As despair and stubbornness wrestled within him, Denarian Saal's eyes turned bloodshot. His body swelled, directly bursting apart the heavy armor he wore.
Having entered a berserk state, Denarian Saal raised his iron hammer again. Lightning coiled around it, but instead of flying toward Nebula, it formed three spheres of ball lightning that circled around Denarian Saal.
With this lightning shield