Vincent's heart thundered like a roaring tempest within his chest as he finally came to a halt, his body crackling with the residual surge of adrenaline.
As the rush of adrenaline subsided, time resumed its steady paced , and his surroundings regained their normal momentum. The world around him no longer blurred into streaks of motion but settled into the mundane rhythm of time.
"Seriously? Did I just do that?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both disbelief and amusement. The sheer speed and precision with which he had executed his plan had caught even him off guard. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been secretly hit by a lightning and turned into a speedster .
With an eager anticipation, he couldn't resist the temptation to check his body for any remnants of a lightning aura. He frantically patted himself down, hoping to catch a glimpse of residual sparks or a faint glow. But to his disappointment, his inspection revealed nothing.