In an instant, the sky above Old Shipyard Port fractured. Thunder shook the foundations of the city as black clouds swirled violently, looking like the onset of the apocalypse.
A bolt of violet lightning tore through the sky, carrying the weight of absolute destruction as it slammed toward the man in the ghost mask.
The sheer power of the strike seemed to warp the very air around it. Space itself rippled and distorted as the purple glare blinded the onlookers. Everyone in the port felt a primal surge of terror, as if the heavens weren't just targeting the killer, but every living soul in the vicinity. The thunder didn't just rumble; it exploded in their ears, deafening and raw.
The ghost masked man's expression shifted from arrogance to pure shock. He never expected someone to unleash such a terrifying assault now.
