The waves around the infamous Thunder Island were in a vicious uproar, as the storm above it continued to pelt the island with rain, as well as the signature rain of lightning onto the islands surface. Ontop of one the islands few mountain rises, a lone figure sat in a meditative position. The figure was large, if he were to stand up at his full height he would measure at nine feet eight inches in height, and his weight was equally noteworthy, due to the fact although his appearance was hidden by robes that covered his entire body his heavily muscular frame showed. Xierak sat there waiting for a bolt of lightning to hit him, he was waiting for another thing at the same time however. A few weeks ago he had sent out a stone letter(primarily because paper proved far to weak and small for him to write on) to a mage he knew to be proficient in Lightning magic, a type of magic he sought to train himself in.
Then suddenly a bolt of lightning arced from the sky and struck Xierak, he gritted his teeth under his hood and endured it, trying to find someway to let his body and magic be a conduit to the Lightning itself. “This is the only way… the only way I can use Graviton Fire Core… I have to endure it… to get strong enough to survive and make sure my friends survive…” Xierak then stood up suddenly and tried to grasp the lightning as he sent his magical power to his hand but then the lightning bolt vanished with his hands.
Then suddenly a bolt of lightning arced from the sky and struck Xierak, he gritted his teeth under his hood and endured it, trying to find someway to let his body and magic be a conduit to the Lightning itself. “This is the only way… the only way I can use Graviton Fire Core… I have to endure it… to get strong enough to survive and make sure my friends survive…” Xierak then stood up suddenly and tried to grasp the lightning as he sent his magical power to his hand but then the lightning bolt vanished with his hands.