What exactly is this black matter?
Li Ang lifted his right hand, as if trying to see the foreign object hidden on his palm through the glove.
He could feel its presence as clearly as he felt his own arm, yet he was unable to control it directly.
Come out?
Li Ang tried to awaken it with words but, unsurprisingly, failed. He then held his breath and concentrated, trying to control it with his thoughts, but again, there was no response.
Do I need to make specific hand gestures like Spiderman?
He pondered, trying various hand gestures, but achieved nothing apart from nearly cramping his fingers.
The black matter appeared because I faced a physical threat on the subway. Could it be...
Li Ang thought for a moment. He took a razor from his suitcase, removed the blade, took off his glove, then pressed the blade against the back of his hand and gently made a cut.
The blade easily parted his skin, and a shallow line of blood oozed out, but this also failed to trigger a reaction.
