Chapter 160 - Blood Weaponry, Lilith.

Victor kept his hand closed around Jake's deformed wrist for a few more seconds, letting Black Lightning run through the Black Ice like a current trapped in living flesh. Jake's body locked, his muscles contracting in violent spasms, and the Berserker aura around him flickered irregularly, like a flame fed by bad oil. There was still strength there. Too much strength. Even bound, even previously impaled, even with his body deformed by the abuse of his own ability, Jake continued trying to advance. His rage did not diminish. On the contrary, every pain, every humiliation, and every word from Victor only served to sink him even deeper into that grotesque state.