Neo

With a gesture of my massive head, I direct the storm's fury. Lightning arcs down, not indiscriminately, but with precision—a divine spear cast by my will. Each flash illuminates the terror etched on our enemies' faces as they scramble for cover that does not exist.

"Push them back!" I command, seizing upon the opening wrought by elemental wrath. Twisters spiral from the ground at my bidding, carving a path through enemy ranks. Trees uproot, creating barriers and traps that ...