Detroit
Maria Jayne pressed herself against the rusted shipping container, her heart hammering against her ribs. Lightning still crackled between her fingers, residual energy from her recent attacks on the defective demons.
A-Rank Lightning Manipulation...I never expected myself to be so talented. But either way, thank god for this blessing.
Several defective demons prowled through the abandoned warehouse district, their corrupted forms searching for human prey.
No more running...I can't run forever. I need to face my fears, otherwise...I won't survive for long in this new world.
She stepped from cover, electricity dancing around her hands like captured starlight.
"Hey, ugly ones, do you want big sister to give you a taste of some lightning? I'm sure it will get you all excited...maybe too excited."
She chuckled inwardly. This was her way of facing her fears by being sarcastic and tossing out inward jokes.
The nearest demon turned, its burning eyes fixing on her position.
