C25 The Psychic Force Doubled in Strength

On the northern side of the valley lay a cave, fronted by a flat expanse stretching over thirty feet in diameter. It was here that the Dragonfang Rat stood, consuming bolt after bolt of the thunder calamity. Its black fur bristled, and its golden head was held aloft. With its wide mouth smacking, it savored the flavor of lightning, exuding both a wild and endearing charm