[Nyx lets it loose just a little over Prompto's hand. Not a lot, so very carefully controlled, but enough to start seeing a crackle of light dance on top of their hands. Arcing electricity jumping and dissipating in turn, and filling the air with a weight like standing near a power line.
He's not entirely sure what it feels like to Prompto. His arm feels like a live wire, shivering just a little with the strain of holding all that energy. He always likened it to trying to harness a wild animal. He could control it, but he has little doubt that it would burn him to a husk if given the chance.]
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He's not entirely sure what it feels like to Prompto. His arm feels like a live wire, shivering just a little with the strain of holding all that energy. He always likened it to trying to harness a wild animal. He could control it, but he has little doubt that it would burn him to a husk if given the chance.]
It's like nothing else in this world.