Ghost Lightning

Description
Deal 1 damage to all enemy minions.

Card Lore
At his workshop table, Maku sat with his hands spread, palms down against the desk with fingers splayed around his steel wool.

'The problem is not tangled in steel, or woven in blood. You will find no answers in plain sight,' the master murmured. 'Tell me, where does the tree find enlightenment, the root or the leaf?'

Maku's mouth twisted, one corner up and one down. 'The root is deep and dark, the leaf bright and tall. The leaf, Master Fei.'

'To reach higher, you must first be buried.' The old master shuffled out of the room, sliding the door shut behind her.

Buried. What was buried inside him? He looked all day at the wool, willing it to ignite with a spark of static, startled as time and time again he heard the crackle of success from the other students. He watched them, gazed at his work table, but never looked inside himself.

Maku closed his eyes. He felt his hands sink into the cool earth. First up to his knuckles, then his wrists. At his elbows, he stopped. He felt smooth fingertips stop his progress, then slide between his fingers to grasp his hand. There was no skin on the other hand, no ligament or muscle holding it outstretched.

His eyes snapped open. Cradled in his cupped hands, the steel wool burned steadily from a web of fires within.