The beam stops arcing every which way from it’s point of contact, instead coalescing into fine points at your fingertips as it appears to all onlookers to get outright vacuumed into your fingers. You stand to your full measure slowly and deliberately as a toothy smile breaks out across your face, your gaze turning back up towards a now very stupefied looking Storm King. Unable to help yourself, a laugh starts to break out from between your lips as you allow yourself to get lost in the sheer, indescribable influx of arcane might.