There’s an elemental being in the sky. It harnessed the crackling electricity called lightning. Its very lash marks everything it touches.

  A whip from this elemental being, meant punishment. The way the world was, and that which it still is, has not changed. Ompow rules this planet. His power, unchallenged to the slaves. The brutality’ charged by the master of lightning, projects power.

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  The crashing blow, with every strike, creates a thunderous gust of wind. Surges of sonic booms and clashing lightning from sky to ground, strike fear into the slaves.

  Even with lashes, the elemental did not feel its remorse. It began learning to ensnare the targets with a coiling grasp. Wounding the ankles of its target, to a crippling crawl.

  THIS IS POWER.