Standing on top of a building, Cael's Black Lightning clone stared at the burning streets.
The city below looked like a fractured painting of fire and shadow. Flames crawled along shattered walls, licking broken windows and devouring what remained of storefronts.
The night sky was no longer black but stained with smoke, glowing faintly from reflected firelight. Embers drifted through the air like dying stars.
He frowned and thought,
'Was there such an event in the plot?'
But he quickly shook his head,
'Now is not the time to think.'
A faint pulse echoed in his mind.
He received a message from the main body.
With a step forward, he leapt into the air and vanished, his figure dissolving into darkness.
Moving from shadow to shadow.
Each transition was seamless, like slipping between cracks in reality itself.
The heat didn't touch him. The firelight couldn't quite catch him. He moved in the thin shadows between.
