Dancing lightning was nature's most violent, most difficult energy to master. It represented the sky's fury, retribution, and punishment for all who refused to obey.
Yet in the hands of certain higher beings, unruly lightning was an expression of strength. Perhaps because the Father of Gods had paid too much attention to Azeroth, most of Ulduar's Guardians, born of his will, could wield lightning as their weapons and shields.
The strongest among them was Thorim. This darling of lightning was known in Azeroth's history as the King of Thunder, yet he was not the most powerful. It was said that when an enraged Odyn hurled Gungnir, the Spear of Judgment, the lightning unleashed could tear apart earth and sky. And Highkeeper Ra, whom the Titans had personally entrusted with a certain mission, had never been known for overwhelming combat strength, but the lightning he could command was certainly not much weaker than Odyn's.
Having inherited part of Ra's power and fused his own order with the Holy Light, the Paladin Dick... no, he could no longer be called merely a Paladin. In his hands, lightning had been given a new meaning.
"You have no future! The future is in my hands! Get away! You'll never touch..."
Bang!
Loken raised his golden staff high. Lightning as dazzling as a storm gathered in his palm, bathing even the area around his eyes in blue thunderlight. Howling winds circled his body, even stirring a patch of starlight overhead. Clearly, surrounded on all sides, Loken's extraordinary wisdom had already assessed everything. It was time to get serious. Or rather, if he did not get serious now, he would never have another chance.
Unfortunately, from his birth until now, Loken had never possessed overwhelming fighting strength. Most of the threat he posed came from his