The arc that erupted from the cut power bar was not a flash of ordinary lightning.
Ordinary lightning flickers and dies in a fraction of a split second.
This was forty-five terajoules of pure, un-damped magnetic field energy trapped in a five-hundred-Henry world-size inductor. It tore its way into reality.
The discharge channel was two miles in width, composed of blinding, solid, bright purple star-fire.
It surged out of the thirty-foot fine china insulator stacks at Node Forty-Two, howling with the sound of a collapsing star.
The five-thousand-ton soft-iron toroidal choke coil blocked the reverse current with massive magnetic reluctance. Because of that, the pulse had no path back into the town grid.
Every volt of the eight million four hundred and twenty thousand volts had only one open guide-rod to earth.
The current-carrying, null-mass body of the Outer Deep pit Void Titan Mor’Zul.
