The moment Grey took his first real step forward, power surged through him so suddenly that his eyes widened. The lingering tenderness inside his Neural Frame seemed to stretch itself out like a stiff muscle finally getting its first movement of the morning, and when Grey pumped energy and signals through the pathways, the discomfort became pleasurable.
It felt like millions of tiny angel hands had gotten together and decided to give every nerve in his body the greatest massage of its life.
Grey's grin widened and he pushed harder, expecting his body to complain only for the exact opposite to happen. Power flooded through his legs, his Neural Frame thrummed in satisfaction, and the next instant he vanished with enough force to detonate the air behind him.
A thunderous boom rolled through the hurricane as Grey shot forward, only to grind to an awkward halt several hundred meters later with his lips twitching.
