Abyssal Supernova

"You think a little power-up is enough?"

Evan's voice echoed, distorted, inhuman.

The blackened void that was now his face remained unreadable, but his tone carried a sneer—mockery, disdain, an overwhelming certainty in his superiority.

But Max—

He only grinned.

A spark of excitement flickered in his eyes, a wild thrill coursing through his veins.

"We will know."

His voice was steady, but inside—inside, something stirred.

Something only he could feel.

A power that didn't just surge through him.

It remade him.

Lightning.

Pure, untamed, roaring lightning.

It wasn't just energy—it was alive.

His entire body crackled, wrapped in a storm of purple arcs, each bolt dancing wildly across his skin.

His muscles clenched, denser than ever before, as if they had been reforged from lightning itself.