Confronting the Lightning

"With so few of you?" A mass of silvery-white lightning appeared in Preston Shaw's right palm.

A trace of confusion streaked across Kaelen's eyes. "I'm very curious. What were you doing just now? Almost everyone in this building is dead, but you didn't know a single thing?"

"What did you say?" Preston Shaw's expression darkened.

At the side, an evil grin appeared at the corner of Hector's mouth