A storm of white lightning rumbled forth.7

Lightning… Suho looked up at the sky and noticed dark clouds that roared with energy.0

“Take a good look, son,” Haein said with a smile, slowly walking toward the center of the swirling clouds. “Your mother was a different kind of woman back in the day.”3

Or should I say back in my previous life? she wondered. She didn’t really know how to describe the way she felt at the moment. She’d met her son for the first time in quite a while, and she wanted to impress him if she could.0

Rippling lightning gathered along her blade, then she moved. The power of Sword Dance and Storm of White Flames. Flashes of light shot forth from the tip of her sword and split into a hundred different bolts, blanketing her surroundings. They descended like rain upon the follower of Itarim.2

Suho watched in amazement. His mother evoked feelings of sheer admiration inside him now that they’d been reunited. She’s strong. That seemed to be the only way to describe what he was witnessing at the moment.4

Countless prongs of lightning...0