"Shit," Jayce said as he discovered that both the Wright Inc. employees had their guts leaking out of their heads.
With the driver unconscious or more than likely dead, no one was driving the car, and considering the engine was revving, he was sure the suit's foot was still on the accelerator.
Unbuckling his seatbelt, Jayce lurched forward, trying to grab the steering wheel.
Glancing at the dashboard, he saw the speedometer break eighty miles an hour, closing in on eighty-five fast.
Stretching his hand as far as it would go, he realized he was doing this all wrong. Channeling his magic, he moved it toward his hand.
[The skill {Darkness Manipulator} has been activated]
[-10 Mana]
Small dark tendrils sprouted out from his fingertips, grabbing the steering wheel.
However, it was too late as the tire hit the edge of the sidewalk at a strange angle, causing the side of the car to flip.
