In the soft morning light, Jin stood before a street lamp, his gaze focused and determined. His decision to choose this particular object was clear.
Apart from the materials available around him, the street lamp proved to be the closest and most durable option, capable of withstanding even the force of a car crashing into it.
With a swift motion, he effortlessly unplugged the lamp from its power source, severing the connection to the grid.
The detachment revealed a row of cables scattered on the ground like tangled veins, their exposed wires occasionally emitting sparks that danced through the air, attempting to intimidate Jin.
Undeterred, he held the three-meter street lamp with one hand, its weight seemingly inconsequential to him.
