It had come so easily to him before and his master had since told him never to use it.
Draw your power from discipline
He repeated these words to himself like a mantra, for they were precious, some of the last advice bestowed upon him by his late master. It was so easy though, and it felt so natural. While other manifestations of the force he used were disciplined extensions of his utmost focus, the lightning arcing from his hands felt more like freeing a damned river, a simple release of restraint.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind again.
There will be a time to meditate on this later, something is wrong, something awful approaches.
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