Her image rose with her like an empress charging to battle. It was blurry and incomplete but much less illusory than the first time she used it.
The features of the image were still not clear and the holes on it body were less than before.
The pressure it placed on the world was much higher than before but even with all of that, her power looked insignificant compared to the lightning bolt.
The lightning bolt itself was smaller than the two previous ones. Only the width of a grow man's arm.
It was silent, eerily so, it emitted no heat nor did it paint the world in it shade. This lightning bolt itself had reached the level of a rank 5 attack.
While she had never met a rank 5 being, the inheritance site where she found her mental tempering technique and her vessel, had preserved auras of each rank up to 9.
So she very much remembered how the aura of a rank 5 felt, while this was still on the lower end of a rank 5 power, it was still an attack two ranks above her.
