Victor stood still for a few more seconds, observing his own hand.
Small black sparks still ran between his fingers like living veins, appearing and disappearing in irregular patterns. Unlike Black Ice, which obeys defined forms, and White Fire, which advanced consuming everything in its path, Black Lightning seemed to exist only in the instant of its release.
Movement.
Impact.
Transfer.
It was an ability made for the exact moment when something collided with something else.
Victor slowly closed his hand.
The sparks elongated.
"So that's it…"
His smile widened slightly.
He had thought of Black Lightning as speed.
But that was only a consequence.
The true nature of the ability seemed to be linked to destruction and the resulting impact. It was as if the energy accumulated force during movement and discharged upon contact, brutally multiplying the damage.
It wasn't just about running faster.
It was about transforming his own body into a weapon of combat.
