"Ahhh—"
The girl's scream echoed through the room for a solid ten seconds before she fell to the ground, completely numb, while her body trembled and spasmed from time to time.
Ray retracted his hand that had touched her back, with a brightened expression.
"This Lightning Art is not bad."
Just then, gunshots rang from outside, poking holes in the door and directly targeting him.
Ray hurriedly rolled to the ground to barely avoid the shots.
"Hmm, there were more people?" He frowned slightly as his hand formed a claw, simultaneously circulating the mutation energy in his body in an instinctive circulation.
Ray imagined a trident entirely made up of flame.
Immediately, the temperature around him rose sharply.
The exact replica of the image that formed in his mind appeared in his hand; however, the same couldn't be said about its size.
