[center][h3][color=8F00FF]Nil[/color] [/h3][/center]

[b]The City of Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022 around 8:00 UTC+8[/b]

If one was to peer into Nil’s mind right before the imminent surge of activating electrons, they would likely see nothing concrete, a whirling mess of half-thoughts and contrasting signals from a body apparently both on the verge of death and in perfectly fine condition.

Not only the human body isn’t obviously made to sustain sudden crippling injuries, but it also isn’t made to recover at, actually magical, snap speed.

What remained now was the [b]Zap[/b], one could say a [b]Shooking[/b], in a singular moment everything was on fire, an immediate shock that felt worse than any bullet could cause.

You could say a reset button… if you do it by overloding the power supply.
Fortunately it was brief, and the BIOS was working, now to boot everything.

All this to say that Berto was successful, uncannily so in fact, as if he was an expert in electric shock therapy. Not that it currently mattered to Nil, the girl was too busy gasping for clues for a slow few seconds.

If she wasn’t the silent type the rest of Task force Obsidian would have definitely heard some curses, instead all they will get is Nil’s silence as she gathered her cognizance, it’s possible she was still recalibrating what words are.