Crimson lightning crawled out of the screen, silent and slow, coiling around his desk lamp, his chair, his wrist. It didn’t burn. It tested him.
Akira didn’t scream. He didn’t run.
Akira leaned in. His reflection in the monitor flickered—for just a second—as if something behind him had moved. He ignored it. Editors see things all the time. Conqueror-s Haki Lightning Overlays -Capcut- A...