I Am Mane Harbinger: XXVI

Mane was like a furious whirlwind. His movement was akin to that of a man maddened with a rage so great that even war feared him. Like a specter darkness; like an agent of wind and of fire he whizzed past the winds and escaped the tracking of dust itself. In less than a second he was far away from Amalgamation, covering almost a kilometer in his bid to get to Shiva before the god got to him. Besides, with the amount of destruction he had in mind, he needed all the space he could get.

*Boom*

Several bolts of lightning streaked across the sky in a bid to relay their loyalty to the Supreme and help him accomplish his lofty but probable goal – kill a god! The storm clouds gathered for as far as the eye could see, taking up more than half of the sky of the World of the Three Great Races. With great superiority Mane declared this world as his, and rose to accept the challenge of the one who had come here just for him.

*Boom*

Mane’s lightning wasn’t the only thing that sought to dominate thi