Ethan stood before the wall of fire on the bridge, his silhouette flickering against the orange glow. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding as the spiritual energy of the Black Flower merged with the atmospheric static.
"Let's see if my training was worth the effort... Lightning Descent!" Ethan said.
The sky above North End didn't just darken; it bruised. Without warning, dozens of violet bolts tore through the clouds, striking the bridge with the force of artillery shells. But the lightning didn't just hit the ground—it stayed. Thick, jagged pillars of electricity remained rooted to the concrete, creating a high-voltage forest.
Ethan's body suddenly blurred. Using the electromagnetic field generated by the bolts as a rail-gun track, he was pulled forward like a lethal magnet. He didn't just run; he launched.
