White Spark
There was a sound.
Sort of like a power like short-circuiting, or a vast amount of electric current suddenly being released into the air.
However, it was also distinctly different.
There was a... purity, to it. An odd crispness that was too orderly for it to be the haphazard existence that was electricity, and yet, it didn't sound artificial in any way.
No, it felt... natural, the sound. Like it was meant to be there, like it was meant to happen.
And what followed was the spark.
It was brief yet bright, and Mike watched as his blue aura with faint silver dots within turned an almost blinding white, but it was oddly easy on the eyes.
The world itself seemed to stand still as Mike watched the way his aura, his energy, interacted strangely with its surroundings, and it went from that bright blue to a pure white. Its shape changed as it went from flowing and smoky to erratically static, like electricity.
