Truth!
"Behold," Ben's voice boomed, his hand held aloft as glints of luminescence flashed in his hand, "this is your gift, my son—Fallen Lightning."
The room trembled with the unleashed raw energy, a low vibration humming along the walls and floor. White arcs crackled and spat within the glass vial before him, straining against their confinement as if hungry to consume all around them. Each flash of light bathed the training hall in harsh, brutal flashes of light, throwing jagged shadows that writhed upon the stone. Even the air appeared to shudder under its burden, thick with power and peril.
Victor stood frozen. His raven hair length streamed with each burst of static, sweeping against his bare shoulders. Violet eyes went wide, echoing the beauty of the lightning. Though covered by the barrier, the bite found him—microscopic needles of electricity tasting his skin, the finer hairs on his arms and throat stiffening. His chest expanded hesitantly, torn between wonder and terror.
