Spirit's Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water-Chapter 375: Shattering The Night

Lassim’s hurricane-like eyes remained locked on the sky, his mind rapidly dissecting what he had just witnessed.

The red lightning had lingered—refused to simply disperse like a normal bolt. It had converged instead of scattering, then shot upward, slicing through the heavy clouds overhead and leaving behind a fractured section of cloudy sky before vanishing.

That was different, and not a normal quality of most lightning dispersing.

Lightning did not stay. It struck, it spread, it dissipated. It did not linger, contract, and condense like that. That behavior wasn’t natural.

The realization clicked, sending a rush through Lassim’s body like a second awakening. It was a trait of the Law—not just of lightning, but of the [Law of Storm] itself.

The staying power of the law’s ability as a fundamental rule of the universe allowed it to behave differently. This aspect of the law wasn’t focused on the erratic chaos or endless waves of uncontrolled destruction that a tempest brings.

A storm was only able to be a force of absolute devastation, through its conservation of energy and continuing the destruction. The wind, the rain, the bolts—they struck exactly where the law required it in this manner.

For the first time, Lassim felt like he understood a little additional insight into the true nature of the [Law of Storms]. Not as just higher tier law within Famthar’s domain of lightning, but something he still needed to explore and use as a source of inspiration.

And inspired he was.

"This is it," Lassim muttered, his storm-filled eyes spinning at speeds he had before. "This is how I can finish it."

He looked ahead.

The Night Elemental’s core had thickened further, the oppressive night mana swelling around it as it rapidly ascended in strength. Its shadows wrapped it in a blanket that had impossibly darkened further, its tendrils expanding from the core had grown longer, and the sky itself in that section was becoming a vast void of blackness.

It had absorbed so much power from its surroundings that Lassim estimated it had again increased its strength and reached Spirit Mystic level 6 in just the past few moments.

And worse, it was still growing.

The Lightning Elemental released a warning surge of emotions, its form flickering as it instinctively understood the danger. It wanted Lassim to act now before the Night Elemental became completely unstoppable.

But Lassim had already already begun processing the new battle art in his mind.

His halberd flared with crackling streaks of crimson, azure, and iridescent light, but for the first time in all of his battles up to this point in his life, he didn’t raise it to attack.

Instead, he held it closer to his side like a staff or wand with the entire thing almost parallel to what would be the ground—if they weren’t fighting in a sky domain filled with clouds—in his left hand.

And raised only his right hand, outstretched with fingers spread in front of him.

The storm domain and clouds around Lassim boomed with a snap, like a shockwave realized in a bubble around him, as his stormy spiritual pressure and radiation of divine fused mana swelled to its absolute limit.

The entire pocket dimension trembled, its space warping under the force of his will as he no longer held back a single ounce of power.

The red lightning inside him began to react—not violently, not wildly, but in response to his intent.

The black clouds of the storm around him began shifting, drawn downward in a massive spiral, circling around a single focal point a few meters in front of his outstretched fingertips. Not only that, but his own mana shot forward, adding to it and making the bundle of mana gather and expand extremely quickly.

The crimson arcs of red lightning gathered within the void-like storm of fused mana and began shaping itself under his will, converging into something far more impressive than just raw energy.

Lassim felt it happening—the storm itself obeying him, its power condensing instead of scattering. This was not only one of the true ways to wield the Law of Storms, but [Lightning] as Famthar intended.

Not as an uncontrolled force, but as a precise, singular devastation that would obliterate whatever it was aimed at.

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The space ahead of Lassim’s outstretched fingers twisted violently the next moment.

The combined mana and storm power all surged together, forming into a massive crimson lightning bolt, streaked with iridescent traces of spatial mana and azure holographic looking glow. The space shook again as it expanded, growing larger, wilder, its jagged and terrifying size radiating an overwhelming power that no peak Spirit Ascension stage Spirit Warrior should ever feel comfortable standing near.

Even Sect Mast Volten would be quite terrified at this moment if he was on the receiving end of Lassim’s aim.

The pressure on the pocket dimension intensified as the bolt reached its full size. The surrounding space warped under the sheer force radiating from it, cracks into the void began splintering outward from where the bolt was.

The Night Elemental felt the shift immediately and halted its efforts to consolidate its power.

It lashed out with a hundred tendril spears, converging all at once in a desperate attempt to stop him.

However, Lassim didn’t move or even flinch.

His full attention was on the massive bolt out front that was flaring violently, sending shockwaves through the collapsing space.

His storm-filled gaze locked onto the Night Elemental’s core.

He then quickly changed his right hand’s gesture from all fingers outstretched to closing the ring and pinky fingers with his thumb, leaving just the pointer and middle fingers outstretched and pointed together towards the core.

"Go."

The Lightning Bolt exploded forward, a massive streak of crimson and azure lightning tearing through everything in its path.

The tendrils that had been reaching for Lassim were instantly obliterated. Not burned. Not pushed back. Gone. Erased from existence the moment they came into contact with the bolt’s jagged, warped edges.

The air itself broke apart in its wake.

The blanket darkness, the clouds, and even the already existing lightning in the storm—nothing was a match for it.

The bolt struck the Night Elemental’s core—not with an explosion, not with a clash, but with a silent, irreversible piercing.

The moment it struck, the entire sky of the pocket dimension seemed to fracture, the void opening and yet also collapsing as the bolt ripped straight through the Night Elemental’s core.

The entire pocket dimension convulsed, a massive crack of spatial destruction splitting across the sky.

The Night Elemental’s body convulsed, its form shattering into unreal looking fragments of shadow as the core inside it collapsed inward, folding into itself as if being erased.

The final, low vibration of the Night Elemental’s roar echoed once before it ceased to exist.

And then, in the aftermath—silence.

Lassim exhaled slowly, lowering his right hand, but not before urging his mana to quickly repair the cracks of void in the space. His control over space seemed to have jumped a few levels as they were closed in just three minutes for the entire sky.

Finally, the storm’s thunder was silent, the void above was still, and the last remnants of the Night Elemental had been reduced to a single, floating core.

Or rather—two cores.

The larger of the two cores hovered in place, jagged cracks running along its surface, but its energy was fully stable. The smaller core was less than half its size, its glow dim but unmistakably also filled with the same remnants of the Night Elemental’s power—[Law of Encroaching Night].

Before Lassim could react, the red Lightning Elemental moved.

In a blink, it seized the smaller core, pulling it into itself to begin absorbing.

A surge of emotion of urging followed—brief, and clear to what Lassim understood as: "Take the other one."

Lassim remained still for a moment, gazing at the remaining core.

His storm-filled gaze shifted slightly as he took it into his grasp, his mind flickering to a beautiful hooded figure wielding a bow of her pure night elemental mana, her eyes hidden in the darkness as she struck down Sun Sect demons without hesitation.

Lustria Alisone.

A subtle smile touched Lassim’s lips as he stored it away with the intent of giving it to her as a gift upon their next meeting.

He personally felt the effects that the power of an elemental’s core could provide to a Spirit Warrior and fully understood why they were so hunted down.

Giving early access to a fundamental law of the universe was an amazing cheat, and it only felt right to give her something she could use to its full effectiveness instead of him absorbing it when he still needed to condense his constellation.

Before he could say anything, the Lightning Elemental suddenly flared brighter, its form expanding as it absorbed the power of the smaller core.

The traces of black clouded energy that had once tainted its form and made it turn into mostly black clouds vanished, its pure red lightning form from the mental images before, returning to its peak, restored completely.

A final warning came and transmitted directly to his mind but filled him with confusion: "Do not return. Time to rest."

And with that, he was somehow forcibly pushed out of the pocket dimension as the Lightning Elemental sealed itself away inside.

Lassim emerged back in the most terrifying and active part of the storm of the Tempest’s Cradle, his storm-filled gaze calm as he floated in the sky.

He hovered there completely untouched as the only crimson arcs of red lightning were from the miniature storms surrounding his boots.

The entrance to the pocket dimension was gone. The Night Elemental was erased. And the Lightning Elemental had sealed itself away in its restored form for whatever reason.

Lassim didn’t linger in the sky much longer. His halberd flickered out of existence from his grasp back to his inner heart world as he turned toward the East Grove of the Tempest’s Cradle to think and meditate.

He needed time.

Not only to review his newest and strongest technique, the [Shattered Sky Bolt]—named specifically for how he was inspired by it and the destruction it caused—born from his mastery of the [Law of Storm], had allowed him to destroy an elemental being.

His control over the storm had evolved to an entirely new level. One major leap closer to realizing the future [Void Storm] path. Perhaps a similar fate to Volten’s [Defiance Lightning] that he had new insights into.

The red lightning within him had fully integrated with his fused mana, pushing him to the absolute peak of Spirit Ascension stage.

The Night Elemental’s core now rested in his possession, a potential gift.

And there was one more thing.

He still had no idea how to properly condense his constellation and make his halo.

With a sigh, he landed underneath his usual spot beneath the storm leaf tree roots and began to think. He was already at the peak and just needed the next step.