Michael leaped through the shattered window without hesitation, his body surging with electricity as he shot after Lumian. The air outside was cold, but the fury burning in his chest was hotter than anything he had ever felt. His fingers crackled with raw energy, his thoughts singular in focus.
Catch him. Catch him, ask him why and make him pay.
The city lights were still dark from his earlier blast, but that didn't slow Lumian down. The bastard moved with unnatural speed, weaving through the shadows like he belonged there.
Michael clenched his jaw and pushed harder, sparks flying from his heels as he gained on him.
"LUMIAN!" he roared.
Lumian didn't stop. Didn't even look back. Instead, he laughed, the sound mocking and effortless.
Michael lunged forward, electricity surging from his palm as he reached for Lumian's shoulder. But just before he could grab him—
Lumian vanished.