The Audience
The bolt of black lightning felt like death from above, like god had decided that Laz was a plague on the land that needed divine retribution. Or at least that would have been the case if Laz believed in god.
Feeling the bolt close to descending, Laz's first thought was to run and hide under the injured god Tezcatlipoca, but a voice in his head stopped him.
:You need to face this yourself. Without directly standing up to the will of the world, you will hinder whatever growth you may achieve in the future,: Ichpochtli advised, obviously still present.
Laz felt for a moment like maybe she was just trying to kill him off, telling him to take that kind of blast directly, but then something else quickly echoed in his mind.
:Is an Asura really so weak?: It was only a whisper of a voice, but one that Laz would never mistake who said it. This was also the only thing the voice said before it became silent again, like it was never even there.