Lightning. That was the feeling that Will felt when he is running. He was not running as fast as lightning.
He was the lightning. A source of speed. A speed comparable to light. And that feeling never felt more vivid than it is now.
Clad in blue lightning and kinetic energy generated from each part of his body, he was the representation of speed.
In his captivity, he was deprived from accessing the Speed Source. And the feeling….it was like he is a fish on land, struggling and being suffocated by air.
But now as he runs through the ocean, he is alive. A fish thrown back into the water, breathing and full of vitality.
A streak of blue lighting is running across through the vast ocean creating wall of water ten feet high from its trail.
The sound broke as he passes the sound barrier.
On the air a black blur is chasing the blue lightning streak. The race between the Dark Speedster and Lord Shadow.