The evening sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the outskirts of Milele town. Mwana Jua and Jua Umeme stood quietly in the small training clearing, the air tingling with the faint crackle of distant static—an echo of the storms Jua Umeme used to command in her youth.
Jua Umeme's gaze drifted toward the horizon as if recalling memories long buried—her days as a Lightning Comat Mage in the army's elite mage division. Once, she was among the fiercest, capable of unleashing storms from her fingertips—soaring through the skies on aerial assault runs, diving into underground strike missions, absorbing lightning into her very core. Her body had been forged in storms, her soul intertwined with the fury of thunderstorms. She once had a body that was almost one with lightning—flashing, striking, unpredictable.
