Eye Of The Storm

by Blackrain0605

Argo Glast is an experienced Stormcaller Warlock with a chip on his shoulder. He thought he was safe in the tower and the city, but The Red War would prove otherwise. Dominus Ghaul must die.

When i woke up, i was confused... why would the traveler, a huge machine of unknown power, chose me?

Now i know.

My name is Argo Glast, im an awoken, four years ago I was revived by my ghost. I've slayed gods and time travelers, I've vanquished SIVAs most twisted creations... But nothing could prepare me for this...

I remember what Ikora taught me, "Take a deep breath, hold it, hold, with every second feel the surge of potential energy inside. Hold, hold it. And when you exhale, use the spark, enter your stormtrance.'

I exhale, a bolt of lightning strikes me from the dark clouds, formed as a result of my meditation.

I dash forward, catching the vandal behind be by the face, the pirate vapourises in to blue. Then, i raise my arms, i feel the sparks, the energy, flowing through my veins, i feel the metal of my armour conducting it, sheilding me, i feel death around me, blood loosened by my lightning.

I open my eyes and smell the ashes, a lone dreg had survived, i appoach and it attenpts to flee, i raise my Travellers Chosen hand cannon and shoot its kneecap.

It falls, and i breifly recap my Eliksini before speaking to it in its native, gutteral tongue, "Go back to your masters, tell them the storm came."

And with that, i transmat to my ship, and the dreg was left frozen in fear.