AN: Surprise! Inspiration struck me like a Thundercrash, so have another chapter.

The storm rages above, wild and alive. I feel its rhythm thrumming through my veins, electric potential waiting to be unleashed.

Specter's voice crackles through our mental link, a sharp counterpoint to the storm. "Mav, I'm detecting multiple Eliksni life signs converging on our position: comparable to the amount we faced in the Botza District. This is going to get messy."

I smirk, electricity already snapping at my fingertips. "Good."

Around me, the clearing churns with movement as the first wave of Eliksni from the House of Devils pours into the storm's eye, their war cries cutting through the howling winds. They come in droves, armored forms illuminated by the flicker of lightning, their weapons spitting blue streaks of Arc energy that sizzle against the air.

I plant myself firmly, feet rooted in the earth as the storm itself seems to take a breath. Then, the Arc bursts forth.

Lightning crashes from the sky, weaving around my body in tendrils of raw power. I rise, lifted by the invisible currents of electromagnetism, my form wreathed in a corona of crackling energy.

Stormtrance.

I become the storm's avatar, a blur of motion and energy. My arms sweep forward, and torrential bolts of lightning lash out. The clearing becomes a canvas of destruction, jagged lines of blue and white carving paths through the rain. Vandals and Dregs are flung into the air like leaves caught in a gale, their weapons falling uselessly to the ground as the Light disintegrates them.

I can't help the grin that stretches across my face. "UNLIMITED POWER!"

I've been waiting ages to finally say that.

When the last of the first wave collapses, silence settles briefly. The storm's fury quiets, reduced to a low hum in the air. I land lightly, boots touching scorched earth. The Arc still crackles faintly around me, the energy alive and eager for more.

They come again.

This second wave is more disciplined, their formation tighter. Shanks hover menacingly alongside Vandals wielding wire rifles, and at their forefront strides a Captain, twin swords sparking with Arc energy. No Servitors? Guess they're strapped for Ether.

I steel myself, the storm's rhythm resonating within. The Arc waits, a coiled spring of power ready to be unleashed. With a feral grin, I slam my fists together, feeling the storm condense, focus, sharpen.

"Unstoppable force." I mutter, shifting my mindset slightly.

The world slows as I leap into the air.

Fist of Havoc.

I crash into the center of their formation with a thunderous impact, the ground rippling outward in a shockwave that hurls Eliksni in every direction. The Captain roars, lunging at me through the chaos. Its dual blades arc down, sparking against the storm's power.

I pivot, instinct guiding my movements. My fist connects with its chest, and the Arc erupts in a deafening crack, reducing the Captain to a burst of Ether and Light. I twist and leap, each strike echoing through the clearing. Vandals fall, Shanks erupt in showers of sparks, and Arc lightning consumes them all.

The second wave collapses, leaving only silence punctuated by the storm's distant growl. My breath comes in short bursts, the Arc still thrumming beneath my skin, as I turn toward the treeline.

The third wave emerges, their forms jagged silhouettes against the flashing sky. They carry heavier weapons now: wire rifles, shrapnel launchers, and scorch cannons, and their leader is a behemoth of a Captain wielding an oversized scorch cannon. Not Eramis. Perhaps one of her subordinates? No matter.

The third wave surges towards me. I take a step forward, planting myself firmly in the center of the clearing. The storm and I are one, and its crescendo builds within me. I extend my right palm, fingers splayed as Arc energy gathers , a coiling storm condensed to a singular point. My vision sharpens as the world falls away, the battlefield reduced to lines of energy, my enemies glowing with the static charge of their life force.

With a cry, the gathered Arc erupts into a beam of pure, voltaic energy.

Chaos Reach.

The clearing transforms into a blinding column of light as the beam rips through the ranks of the advancing Eliksni. The Captain is caught in its path, disintegrated in an instant, its defiance reduced to vapor. The beam carves a path of devastation, scattering Shanks and Vandals alike, their forms unmade by the sheer intensity.

The earth trembles beneath me, the storm roaring its approval as the beam fades. I lower my hands, the Arc crackling across my body, remnants of the overwhelming power still coursing through me.

Through the smoke and flickering light, movement stirs. Stragglers from the third wave push forward. Vandals raise wire rifles, Shanks hover with sputtering engines, and a handful of Dregs scramble for cover.

Lightning crackles as I rise into the air, the Arc wrapping around me like a living armor. My vision floods with brilliant blue as the storm consumes me entirely. Stormtrance.

I sweep forward, arms outstretched as lightning lashes from my fingertips. The first arc finds a group of Dregs, chaining between them in a series of deafening cracks. They collapse, their forms vaporized before they hit the ground.

A heavy shank buzzes toward me, its cannons harmlessly plinking against my super-enhanced shielding. I let the Arc flowing through me shift my body into pure energy, reforming from the Ionic Blink a few meters away. The machine bursts into a shower of scrap at my counterattack, its fragments scattering into the rain-soaked dirt.

The Vandals fire their rifles, blue bolts cutting through the storm. I dart between their shots, each movement faster than the last, the Arc Amplifying my movement. A sweeping arc of lightning discharges from my hands, striking the group and chaining between them. Their weapons clatter uselessly to the ground as they die.

When the last Eliksni falls, silence finally descends. The storm above begins to calm, its fury dissipating into a gentle rain. I land lightly on the scorched ground, the Arc still flickering faintly around me, its energy reluctant to leave.

"Spectre…" I ask, my voice cutting through the stillness. "Any signs of more?"

My Ghost materializes beside me, her shell spinning thoughtfully as she scans the area. "Comms are clearing up." She replies. "It looks like Eramis has called for a retreat. Her forces are terrified… they're calling you the Stormbringer."

The nickname draws a chuckle from me, low and amused. "Stormbringer, huh?" I roll my shoulders, letting the last of the Arc energy dissipate into the damp air. "Let's track down Crow and Misraaks. Hopefully none of the Devil's managed to find them."

I step into the cavern with care, the damp stone walls echoing with the low murmur of voices. The Eliksni gathered here are weary but alive, their eyes darting toward me as I approach. Among them, Crow and Misraaks stand near a makeshift table, a holomap hovering above its surface.

"Ah, Wizard." Misraaks says, his voice steady but tinged with relief. He inclines his head respectfully. "Your aid has kept my people out of harm's way. We are in your debt."

"Misraakskel." I reply, my tone warm. "It's my duty to protect the innocent, regardless of species. But it seems you'll need to find somewhere safer for your people."

He nods, his mouth clicking softly. "Yes. This place is no longer a sanctuary. The Devils will not forget what happened here. My people will need to move: far from their grasp."

"You've got allies." I say firmly, placing a hand on the table's edge. "If you need help, you can call me. Or Crow." I glance toward him, and he offers a faint smile.

Misraaks regards me, his multiple eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Your kindness is rare, Wizard. I will not forget it. Nor will my people."

The rumble of the Ketch's engines grows louder as Misraaks and his people make their final preparations. The massive ship looms above the clearing, its hull scarred from centuries of space travel, a testament to Eliksni craftsmanship. The rain has stopped entirely, leaving the air damp and heavy with the scent of scorched earth and ozone.

Misraaks turns to face us one last time, his mouth clicking softly. "May the Light guide your path as it has ours."

"We'll see each other again, I'm sure of it." I reply.

Crow offers him a faint smile and a nod. "Keep them safe, Misraaks."

The Ketch's ramp lifts, and moments later the ship begins to ascend. The roar of its engines drowns out the quiet, and the Ketch disappears into the clouds, leaving only a faint hum in its wake.

Crow sighs, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "They've got a long road ahead of them, but I think they'll make it."

"They will." I agree. "Now, let's head back to the Shard. Still gotta find that gun, eh?"

The Shard of the Traveler looms over us once more. Crow and I approach, the silence of the surrounding forest broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves.

Just beneath the Shard, something that wasn't there when I left catches my eye; a faint glow nestled amidst the rocks.

"What's that?" Crow asks.

I kneel, picking up the small, glowing object. A feather, shimmering with radiant Light. It feels warm to the touch.

Crow tilts his head. "A feather? From… what?"

As I hold the feather, a subtle pull tugs at my senses. I glance toward the forest and spot another glimmer in the distance.

"There." I say, pointing.

Without another word, we follow the trail, each glowing feather leading us deeper into the forest. With each one we pick up, the sensation of being guided intensifies, as though someone wants us to find them.

No prize for guessing who.

The trail eventually leads to a cavern entrance hidden beneath a tangle of roots and rocks. The faint glow of the feathers illuminates the path ahead, and we descend cautiously, our footsteps echoing softly in the enclosed space.

The cavern stretches deep into the earth, its walls lined with veins of faint, shimmering Light. Along the way, more feathers are scattered, their glow leading us further into the depths. By the time we've collected the tenth feather, the path widens into a chamber that seems to breathe with luminous energy.

In the center stands a sapling, its form entirely made of Light. Its delicate branches shimmer with an ethereal glow, and beneath it rests a broken hand cannon, its frame worn.

{Met 'Misraaks, Kell of Light' +50 points
Wielded Arc Light +100 points
Cast Stormtrance +50 points
Cast Fist of Havoc +50 points
Cast Chaos Reach +50 points
Defeated 'Bakris, The Adamantine' +100 points

Rolling…

Divination - Six Eyes - Jujutsu Kaisen (600 points)

Roll Success. Current stockpile: 600 Points.

Purchase Six Eyes?}

Six Eyes

Once every few hundred years, a rare trait manifests in one of the sorcerers of the Gojo clan. They are born with light blue eyes which grant them incredible sensory abilities, allowing them to use Limitless – the clan's hereditary technique – to its fullest potential. Known as the Six Eyes, in the modern age they are possessed by the sorcerer Satoru Gojo, and are perhaps the secret behind him being considered the strongest living sorcerer. In an unprecedented twist of fate, however, one other bearer of the Six Eyes has been born in this era. Specifically, you.

The power of the Six Eyes is the sheer level of detail it allows the user to perceive cursed energy with, a level unparalleled by anyone else. Just from a glance, you can determine the nature of another person's cursed technique, its limits and capabilities laid bare to you as if they had told you themselves, and you can recognise people by the nature of their cursed energy alone. Even if you were blindfolded you could still do this, seeing people as if through a thermographic camera, and even things that lack cursed energy – such as buildings or objects – could be recognised by the residue and flow of cursed energy as easily as if you could see them unimpeded.

The real power of this, however, is the precision it allows you to control your own cursed energy with. Techniques such as Limitless, renowned for the nigh-impossibly complex manipulation of cursed energy it requires, could be used by you without effort, to the point that one could use it completely unconsciously without any loss in effectiveness. Even greater is the efficiency it allows you to use your cursed energy with – so great is the power of the Six Eyes that almost no cursed energy is lost when using a cursed technique, making it practically impossible for you to run out of cursed energy. Even cursed techniques of incredible cost and power would thus struggle to make a dent in your reserves. Combined, such control and efficiency would even allow for uses of your techniques that would be impossible for anyone else, often to startlingly powerful effect.

The only downside to the Six Eyes is that they can result in the user becoming rather tired if used for extended periods of time. As such, users typically cover their eyes when not in need of their full power to mitigate this strain. Unlike them, you have the option of turning yours on or off with a thought, though you may always leave them active and cover them if you so wish.

The above effects also apply for any other supernatural energies you may possess.

A wild, uncontrollable laugh bursts from my lips, echoing through the cavern like a crack of thunder. "AHAHAHAHA!" The sound surprises even me, a manic edge twisting through it. Finally, something truly game breaking!

Crow halts mid-step, turning to face me with a mixture of concern and caution etched across his face. "Are you okay?" His voice wavers, unsure if he should come closer or keep his distance.

Spectre materializes beside me, her blue eye flickering with a playful glow. "Don't worry about it. He does this sometimes. You know, when he gets new magics."

Fucking YOINK!

Pain ignites behind my eyes, an inferno searing through my skull with unrelenting intensity. I clutch my head, stumbling forward as the world fractures into shards of light and shadow.

The burning spreads, deeper than nerves, deeper than flesh. It feels as though my very soul is being rewritten, torn apart and reassembled into something new. My vision swims with radiant, crystalline patterns, refracting the cavern's dim light into dazzling arrays of impossible colors.

"Hey, Mavriel!" Crow calls, his voice distant and distorted, like a sound heard underwater. "What's going on?!"

I can't answer. The pressure builds, the inferno behind my eyes threatening to consume me entirely. And then, just as suddenly, it subsides.

I lower my hands slowly, cautiously opening my eyes.

The world explodes into clarity.

Every detail of the cavern is laid bare before me, sharper and more vivid than I ever thought possible. The cracks in the walls, the faint patterns of energy thrumming through the air, the shimmering threads of Light that pulse through Crow's form: all of it is revealed in breathtaking intricacy. It's not just sight; it's understanding.

Crow takes a hesitant step toward me, his brows knitting together in confusion. "What just happened? Your eyes… they're glowing."

Spectre floats closer. "It's not just that." She says, scanning me carefully. "His Light is different. Calmer?"

I catch my reflection in a shallow puddle at my feet and freeze. My eyes, once ordinary, are now twin orbs of crystal blue.

"The Six Eyes." I whisper.

Crow raises an eyebrow. "Six Eyes? Sounds like a bad nickname."

"It's not like I named them." I murmur, flexing my fingers. I focus on Crow and the world around him unfolds in layers of detail I didn't know I could perceive. His Light burns bright, its essence tinged with the echoes of ash and entropy.

"What are you seeing?" Crow asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and unease.

"Everything." I manage, my voice trembling slightly. "Every thread of Light, every fragment of energy… it's all there. I see it all."

Spectre hums thoughtfully. "Well, that's going to take some getting used to."

"You're telling me." I mutter, shaking my head as though that will somehow shake off the overwhelming sensation. But the clarity remains, the Six Eyes now a part of me, seamlessly woven into my being. I realize I could shut them off if I wanted to, retreat from the constant flood of information cascading through my vision. Instead, I resolve to leave them active, to get a feel for keeping them on constantly.

Crow exhales audibly, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He looks at me with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, as long as you don't grow four more, I think we'll survive this latest development."

I snort, craning my neck to glance around the cavern. My gaze inevitably falls back to the shattered frame of Hawkmoon, nestled under the glowing sapling. I gesture toward it. "Go ahead. Pick it up."

Crow hesitates for a moment, then crouches to take the broken hand cannon. He lifts it carefully, holding it in both hands as if afraid it might crumble further. Tilting it back and forth, he examines the intricate, weathered details etched into its frame. "It must have been a pretty good gun if you knew its name just by looking at it."

I nod, letting my gaze sweep the cavern. My Six Eyes hone in on every detail: the cracks in the walls, the way the sapling's Light seems to dance in response to our presence, the subtle tension in Crow's grip on the weapon. Everything is sharper, clearer, more alive. "Oh, it was more than good." I begin, a grin tugging at my lips. "Back in the Crucible, Hawkmoon was a legend. These things were incredible. Some of their shots would hit way harder than others, way harder, but it was unpredictable. Guardians used to fire half the mag into walls just to increase the odds of getting those stronger shots in a row. If they burned through the lucky shots, they'd reload and start the process again."

Crow's fingers trace the engraved feathers running along the hand cannon's frame. "Sounds like a gamble."

I grin wider, the excitement of possibility creeping into my voice. "With the mojo I'll be putting into this one, it'll likely turn out differently." My gaze shifts back to the sapling, its glow pulsing faintly. "That'll have to wait until I get all the materials I need to reforge it, though. It's not like I can just ask the Traveler to fix it…"

I trail off mid-thought as something shifts in the sapling's glow. The Light isn't just radiating: it's moving, almost reacting. There's a feeling to it. I narrow my eyes, focusing. "...Could you fix it for us?"

The sapling's glow flares momentarily, then dims into a steady pulse. There's no mistaking the sensation this time: exasperation. It just sighed at me.

"Ah." I nod slowly, as though this non-verbal exchange makes perfect sense. To me, it does. "Not going to do everything for us, huh? That's fine. Wouldn't want to rely entirely on handouts anyway."

Crow and Spectre both turn toward me, their expressions varying levels of disbelief. Crow's brow furrows, his voice incredulous. "You were talking to the sapling. And it… spoke back to you?"

"Nah." I reply, waving off his concern with a casual shrug. "I saw it."

Spectre hovers closer, her tone laden with exasperation. "...Can't you just be a normal Guardian for one day?"

I ignore her, already twisting on my heel and heading toward the exit. "C'mon, let's get outta here. My new eyes are giving me tons of ideas. Magical experimentation awaits!"

CHAPTER 13 END

AN: This chapter was shorter, mostly thanks to the absolutely ridiculous roll making me completely abandon any of the ideas I had beforehand.

[Six Eyes] is ridiculous. Mav does not have cursed energy, or any other techniques from JJK, but the simple fact that his new eyes work on every other form of energy he has has instantly made him the strongest Lightbearer to ever live. I normally try to avoid glazing perks to the point they take up a lot of the word count, but this perk is so game changing I'll probably have to dedicate a good chunk of the next chapter to Mavriel's new abilities and shit. My awareness of JJK is entirely peripheral, as I have not watched it or read the source material, so I might mess up a few things, but it is what it is.