The impact of the lightning bolt sent Belisarius flying backward, crashing into the ground with a thud. His body convulsed from the electric shock, and for a moment, his vision blurred. He struggled to regain his composure and push himself up, his muscles protesting the sudden jolt.
Maledrax, seizing this opportunity, continued his hasty retreat. The distraction caused by the lightning bolt had bought him some valuable seconds. He sprinted through the rubble-strewn battlefield, his thoughts now focused on finding a safe place to regroup and plan his next move.
Meanwhile, Belisarius fought to steady himself, the taste of burnt flesh lingering in his mouth. He scanned the chaotic battlefield, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the lightning attack. Through the smoke and debris, he spotted a figure in dark robes.
