The sky dimmed with the buzzing and chirping of wings.
Tens of thousands of locusts filled the air, forming tight ranks. They hovered, waiting for a command.
"Attack," Isaac shouted.
The swarm dove toward Geoffrey like a wave crashing down from the clouds.
Geoffrey smirked.
He didn't flinch.
He looked ready, like he had been waiting for this moment.
"Don't blink, farm boy. Watch as your bugs turn to ash."
He raised his hand, palm open.
Bolts of lightning flickered between his fingers. They grew quickly, twisting into root-like veins of chained arcs. They sparked and snapped, hungry for the swarm.
As soon as the locusts closed in, Geoffrey unleashed the storm.
A sharp crack split the air.
Arcs of lightning shot out in every direction. The sound of static roared like thunder.
Each bolt burned everything it touched. Locusts exploded mid-flight, their bodies fried in an instant. The swarm shrieked in pain.
Isaac's eyes widened.
