The winds, the clouds, the currents of magnetic electricity surging between the flowing magma beneath the ground and the swirling ocean of the atmosphere above. Like lovers forever barred from each other, stealing a kiss only when the conditions are most favorable, Bill can feel it all through his hammer. And for this moment, so can Verity.

The energy fills one's body like a neon balloon, somehow making it feel as though one were some statue, not truly living until this moment. And like an echo, there is the memory not too distant of how lightning should feel. A fickle beast, seeking to find its own way, like a mostly homogeneous herd of wild horses only loosely aligned. But the echo betrays the Nexus' unique energy, where centaurs and unicorns, Clydesdales and Arabians all struggle for dominance, corralled by only the most skillful of wranglers.

Bill flexes the control he is so blessed with. The control beyond the power and command of the elements; there is his innate will and finesse as master over them. Like angels, sparks of Nexus lightning begin to dance around the two touching Stormbreaker. They are easily seen, but there is so much more than what can be seen, vision truly becomes a hindrance. Even Bill is only meant and able to sense but so much at once.

"Close thy eyes, Verity Willis."