As D3 defiantly raised his head, a sight beyond imagination enveloped him, flooding his very core with an electrifying awe. The tempestuous lightning bolt, the harbinger of doom that was destined to engulf both him and his dear friend, yielded to his unwavering presence, halting at his outstretched palms.
It was an awe-inspiring spectacle, as though his very being had transcended the laws of nature, assuming the mantle of a celestial conductor. In that electrifying moment, he felt an indescribable connection, a fusion of man and lightning, where the very essence of the storm coursed through his veins, as if he had become a vessel of raw, untamed power.
With bated breath, he gazed upon his own body, a canvas of newfound wonder, as cerulean currents surged beneath his very skin. The luminous pathways of power danced beneath his flesh, weaving a tapestry of exhilaration that beckoned to be unveiled.
