Victor breathed more heavily.
The constant use of electricity was beginning to take its toll.
Not in energy.
He still had energy.
The problem was coordination.
The more he used it, the harder it became to keep every discharge in the correct place. His body wanted to move before his thought finished. His muscles responded too quickly. His perception needed to keep up with everything.
But he was improving.
With every death.
With every mistake.
With every cut.
Victor slowly raised the sword.
The blade was cracked.
He fed it more Black Ice.
The cracks sealed.
Black sparks danced around it.
"Right."
His voice came out low.
But it crossed the forest.
"I understand enough."
The assassins remained silent.
Victor looked around at the remaining red lines.
Some trembled.
Not physically.
In the flow.
Fear affected blood.
He was perceiving that better now.
Maybe because of Black Lightning.
Maybe because his senses were becoming faster along with his body.
