Spirit's Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water-Chapter 372: Famthar’s [Law of the Storm]

The moment Lassim’s fingers closed around the orb of red lightning, his body jolted, nearly a full blown seizure—his mind instantly going blank—despite his innate affinity with the Lightning element.

The energy surged into him, wild and primordial, flowing through his arm and into his spiritual pressure with an intensity that pushed his limits, almost overwhelming him.

The crackling arcs of red lightning snapped inward through his mana veins and towards his inner heart world, clashing with his fused mana in violent bursts of violet, azure, and crimson.

His muscles tensed and shook as he instinctively tried to adjust; his fused mana rising to meet the foreign power.

But this had little effect since this wasn’t an attack where the energy was trying to consume him or dominate his spirit—it was something far more complex.

The red lightning was something that caused the elementals as a native species of the first steps of the creation of Nexaria to be hunted down by Spirit Warriors for millennium. It was something so valuable that bartering away this life essence could request help from beings at the same level or higher than the elementals themselves.

This red lightning was mismatched however since Lassim wasn’t an elemental like the Black and Red Lightning Elemental believed Lassim to be. This caused it to test his non-elemental body, prodding at the edges of his inner heart world, gauging his strength and control.

Lassim could feel it pulse in sync with the Tempest’s Cradle, its chaotic rhythm matching the storm in the surroundings giving him an odd sensation that his mind was expanding to encompass a further distance than his spirit sense allowed.

His mind gain slight lucidity despite his body still seizing. He took that moment to focus inward as he allowed and pushed the red lightning to flow deeper into the inner heart world’s space. This made it filter itself into the whirlpool of energy that combined his fused mana.

Within his inner heart world, the changes were immediate.

The familiar whirlpool of lightning, water, and space churned violently, its balance disrupted by the introduction of this new surge of unbalanced lightning elemental mana. The red lightning didn’t blend seamlessly either. It tore through the whirlpool in jagged streaks, refusing to conform.

Yet it didn’t act as an invader—it was like a foreign thread, weaving itself into the fabric of his fused mana, adding strength and dimension to it.

Lassim’s breathing steadied as he gained a bit of control that let his body to stop seizing once it became interested within the whirlpool. He focused on the expanding mental sensation more, its chaotic nature slowly aligning with his spirit sense that came to expand and meet it.

His spiritual pressure that had begun to take on storm-like effects once he began to change into following the [Void Storm] mentality and future goal for his fighting style had suddenly become a hundred times more storm-like and violent.

He had no control over it yet he was even more embodying a storm as gusts of wind were added around him along with the swirling of clouds and lightning that came down from the Tempest’s Cradle to engulf him as he stood there.

The red lightning inside his body began to calm further, its wild arcs settling into an agreement with the extending lightning mana, but also predatorizing it with each rotation of the whirlpool of fused mana.

He could feel its power replacing the lightning that he’d grown to cultivate so far that came from his bond with Zaphy—a raw, unrelenting force tied to something far greater than himself. Even Zaphy had to rest in a steady floating position as her element began to experience changes. Her violet feathers growing tinges of red.

That’s when he felt it.

As his mind had expanded and kept reaching out—and his spirit sense pushed further to try and meet this expanded consciousness he was feeling—a shift in his awareness occurred. A pulling sensation that went beyond his inner heart world.

The red lightning wasn’t just a slightly unique type of lightning mana—it carried a deeper connection, a thread that linked him to something vast and incomprehensible that he’d only seen flashes of a single time before when he’d incorporated the Space element into his heart world.

Lassim’s mind jolted and stretched, his senses reached outward as the orb’s essence unlocked a clearer vision of the universe’s underlying structure than he’d seen previously in the edges of his heart world.

What he saw left him speechless.

The world wasn’t just mana and physical matter. It was a latticework, an intricate web of laws that governed the very fabric of existence. Threads of power intertwined, forming grids that pulsed with the energy of creation around a gathering of thrones situated in a palace at the center of the universe. A place he was very familiar with now.

And at the center of it all, surrounding the most powerful and largest throne, was a domain of lightning—the base lightning law that crackled and surged across the grid like a power source that lit up every planet like lanterns.

The entire framework was made up of different forms of lightning and so many countless lightning runes that it put his own work on the Spatial Alphabet to shame.

Beneath the ultimate and powerful law of [Lightning], the source law of it all that encompassed everything, were so many others.

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He caught glimpses of the laws of [Violent Lightning], [Heavenly Lightning], [Healing Lightning], [Blinding Lightning] and the [Lightning of Tribulation] as well. There were so many different kinds of various different power levels within the entire domain of Famthar’s Lightning that all belonged to his source law.

Then, as his mind still searched, he found the red lightning very close to the source law of Lightning, a near-peak law that resonated with a specific purpose.

The [Law of the Storm].

Lassim recognized it immediately, not through study or understanding, but through instinct. The storm wasn’t just chaotic—it was governed by a system Famthar designed, a set of rules so precise and powerful that it could shape worlds.

The red lightning he had absorbed was a fragment of that system, a representation of that law itself.

As his senses deepened, Lassim became acutely aware of Famthar’s presence. Something or someone had touched the God’s domain and he was instantly aware of it.

He felt the god’s gaze turn toward him briefly, first curious but then a warm, knowing presence that filled him with an overwhelming sense of acceptance.

Famthar didn’t speak or offer anything else, but his acknowledgment of the situation was clear.

And then, just as quickly, Famthar’s gaze shifted, drawn elsewhere.

Lassim’s attention followed instinctively, his awareness pulling to a distant corner of the lattice where a small, defiant spark flared against the vastness of the grid.

It wasn’t part of Famthar’s domain—it instead existed outside the god’s control. It wasn’t alone either, instead using the other forms of lightning that surrounded it to grow stronger, struggling to temper itself against other, more dominant forces of lightning outside of the system.

This spark burned with a familiar orange, flickering with an intense defiance against everything.

Lassim’s mind seemed to catch a breath as he recognized it.

Volten.

His Sect Master’s lightning wasn’t aligned with Famthar’s system—it was its own creation. He knew it was special and a new kind of lightning when his master had advanced during the Secr War, but seeing the representation of it against the universe’s laws and rules seemed to give a higher level insight into the workings of it all, and the path forward.

This [Defiance Lightning] was small, almost insignificant compared to the vast lattice of Famthar’s laws, but it burned with a determination that couldn’t be ignored.

Lassim felt a pang of recognition, a connection to Volten’s defiant nature and the words he’d spoken previously about his lightning.

Yet, as quickly as the vision had come, it began to fade as his body and whirlpool had mostly converted his standard lightning to this higher tier lightning law.

Lassim’s awareness returned to his inner heart world, the lattice of laws and Famthar’s presence receding into the background.

He opened his eyes, the storm around him roaring louder as the red lightning within him pulsed in time with the Tempest’s Cradle to which he felt an instinctual ease of control over.

If he so wished it, he could end the entire storm with a snap of his fingers from his left hand, and then recreate it 100 times more powerful with a snap from his right hand a moment later.

Lassim steadied himself as the energy within the red lightning fully integrated into his fused mana.

The power swelling inside him was unlike anything he had experienced before. His spiritual pressure had surged out of control in the time his mind was relaxed and seeing the vision of the universal laws.

He could barely see two meters in front of him beyond the "eye" of the storm he was currently in.

He gently waved his hand to restrain it all, and that’s when he immediately felt a reaction within his inner heart world.

The change was instant the moment the last speck of regular lightning mana was converted.

The once-contained and appropriately sized whirlpool of fused mana beneath the landmass instantly expanded drastically, spreading out until it covered the entirety of the void beneath the central landmass in his inner heart world. There was no visible "limit" to the inner heart world previously, but now the whirlpool’s edges were being held back from expanding further.

Instead, it caused the "water" of the whirlpool to rise higher and higher. It didn’t stop until the landmass was floating at the center of the whirlpool. It was like a tiny, unmoving island in the middle of a swirling ocean where there was no beach—only treacherous currents rotating constantly around it.

This "ocean’s" surface reflected streaks of azure, crimson and sparkles of space that looked like shooting meteors or fast moving stars now that the red was added. The whirlpool’s movement wasn’t violent, but steady, as though every element within it had been reinforced, unified, and deepened; especially the Lightning portion.

Above the whirlpool, the landmass that had once been a focal point of his inner heart world was now completely shrouded.

The mist that had begun to creep across its edges over time as he crossed into Spirit Ascension level 9 had now thickened into an impenetrable fog, blotting out the features of the terrain entirely.

Lassim could sense the dense mana saturating every inch of the landmass, but its exact state remained a mystery even to him.

Above that were the now pitch black, thick, red lightning carrying clouds that covered the entirety of the "sky" of his inner heart world. They were so dense and jam packed with mana that the fused mana was pouring its "rain" of mana down below in a relentless torrential downpour, reaching the whirlpool that shot it back up in a continuous cycle of conversion.

What caught Lassim’s attention, however, was the void pocket just above the now tall black fused mana clouds—the link to the heavens where his constellation resided.

Due to his affinity with the space element, he could tell it had moved. It was no longer distant. It had shifted, moving closer to his constellation as though preparing for something monumental.

Lassim felt the pull immediately, a quiet yet undeniable signal that something was now ready to transition.

But, despite the overwhelming energy swelling within him, and the clear signs that his cultivation had reached the peak of the Spirit Ascension stage, he could feel it—an invisible barrier that prevented him from condensing his constellation into a halo. The red lightning had pushed him to the peak in such a manner that he felt bloated with the amount of mana contained in his body right now.

Yet, he knew if he attempted to condense the constellation this very moment, it wouldn’t even budge.