Edward slowly pushed himself up from the blood-soaked floor, rising to stand at the center of the Abyssal Cell. The heavy silence of the pits shattered as a sharp, piercing sound filled the air—the shrill cry of raw, concentrated lightning. Tendrils of bright blue electricity started to weave around his arms and legs, almost like snakes, crackling and spitting sparks as they bounced off his skin and scorched the stone beneath him. His entire body was wrapped in a flickering, violent stream of electrical discharge, a personal tempest that buzzed with destructive power.
