As Damian Reed completed the intricate process of assembling his 'human' identity within his formless mind, a newfound understanding of himself began to take shape. With newfound a sense of self, Damian decided to attempt something he had struggled with earlier, reforming his body to resemble a 'human.' He focused his thoughts on the memories he had assembled, trying to replicate the appearance of the 'human' Damian Reed he once was.

Gradually, his formless mass began to shift and coalesce, molding itself into the shape he desired. It was a challenging endeavor, but now that he had a clearer sense of identity, he found that he could exert more control over his ever-shifting biomass.

As the process neared completion, Damian Reed, now fully formed, stood in front of a broken window of a collapsed building. He looked at his reflection with a sense of curiosity and wonder. The 'human' he saw staring back at him was strikingly different from the unassuming man he remembered being.

He was no longer of average height and build. Instead, Damian Reed had transformed into a tall and handsome young man with accentuated features. His height had increased, and his physique had become more defined. His short, dark brown hair now had a sheen to it, and his brown eyes had changed into a darker shade and seemed to hold a spark of vitality.

For a moment, Damian was taken aback by his own reflection. It was as if the transformation had not only reshaped his physical form but had also brought out qualities he had never possessed before. He couldn't help but wonder if it was the result of the extra pieces of 'self' he had added to complete his psyche or some other unknown factor.

As he pondered his altered appearance, Damian decided to conjure clothing for himself. With a mere thought, his naked form was instantly covered by a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and blue sneakers, mirroring the attire of the last 'human' he had consumed. The clothes bore burn marks, a reminder of the chaotic event that had brought him to this transformed state. These marks would help him blend in and avoid drawing undue attention to himself.

With his psyche now complete and a clearer understanding of the world around him, Damian realized that the 'helicopter' he had seen earlier was a rescue plane. It was a beacon of hope amidst the war zone-like environment that had become the Historic District.

Determined to leave this devastated area, Damian knew that he needed to find a way to signal the rescue plane or somehow make his presence known. He couldn't afford to remain in the ruins any longer, surrounded by the remnants of a world he once knew.

As Damian Reed made his way toward the distant sound of the rescue plane's engines, he was relieved to see the aircraft approaching. It hovered overhead, and a voice crackled through the loudspeaker, advising him on the best route to escape the crumbling city to a safe area.

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Following the instructions, Damian navigated the treacherous terrain, avoiding debris and fires as he moved toward safety. The rescue plane stayed close, guiding him through the chaos.

However, as he continued on his path, something caught his attention. In the distance, he saw lightning striking a bridge repeatedly, illuminating the area with each thunderous strike. Amidst the electrical storm, he could make out a figure—a man, lying unconscious in the center of the lightning strikes.

Without fully understanding why, Damian knew the man's name—Cole MacGrath. It was as if this knowledge had been imprinted on his psyche, a piece of information he couldn't ignore.

Curiosity and a strange sense of connection compelled Damian to approach the bridge. He wanted to get a closer look, to understand why this man named Cole MacGrath was in the midst of such a perilous situation.

Nevertheless, as he neared the bridge, something extraordinary happened. A see-through screen materialized in front of him, like a holographic interface. It was a startling and unexpected development, and Damian couldn't help but be captivated by the mysterious display.

Name: Cole MacGrath

Alias: The Electric Man

Alignment: TBD

Power Level: ⚡⚡⚡ (3/5)

Danger Level: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ (5/5)

Power Status: 10% of Abilities Unlocked

Health: 15% (Critically Injured)

Karma Level: Neutral

Faction: Independent

Abilities:

Electrokinesis

Electromagnetism

Electromagnetic Pulse

Lightning Bolts

Shockwave

As Damian Reed approached the bridge, he couldn't ignore the feeling of familiarity that had drawn him to the unconscious man named Cole MacGrath amidst the lightning strikes. The name echoed in his mind like a puzzle piece that needed to be fitted into place.

With each step closer to the bridge, the holographic interface continued to display information about Cole MacGrath. It revealed that possessed extraordinary abilities related to electricity and that his power level was off the charts. Despite his formidable abilities, he appeared to be in dire straits.

Damian Reed couldn't explain why he felt such a strange connection to this stranger. His instinct screamed for him to consume this man but something else screamed even louder not to do so at this moment.

Ignoring the dangers posed by the relentless lightning strikes, Damian made his way to the center of the bridge, where Cole lay unconscious. He reached out, attempting to grab Cole and help him make it across the bridge. But as he touched him, a powerful electrical bolt crackled in the air as it struck him full force. The shock was intense, sending waves of electricity coursing through his body.

Damian's vision blurred, and his senses were overwhelmed by the sheer power of the electricity surging through him. He felt as if he were being torn apart and reconstructed at the same moment. It was a sensation, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt unpleasant but nothing like the pain he remembered so Damian wondered if this could even be called pain.

In that instant, Damian realized the depth of Cole MacGrath's power. The man was a conduit with extraordinary abilities, he was a living lightning storm, a force of nature in his own right.

‘Conduit? What’s that? No never mind, now isn’t the time to think about this. All my instincts say I should get this man to safety. I wonder why it would be more beneficial to consume him since he’s unconscious right now.’

The electrical storm that had enveloped the bridge began to subside, the bolts of lightning fading away as Damian struggled through the intense shock coursing through his body. He had managed to pull Cole MacGrath away from the center of the lightning strikes, seeking refuge in a relatively safer area of the bridge.

As Damian lifted the unconscious Cole, a sense of relief washed over him. It appeared that the worst of the electrical phenomenon had passed. He needed to get Cole to safety and assess his condition.

However, as he focused on his task, an unexpected interruption occurred. A burly man, seemingly out of nowhere, rushed up to Damian and yelled, "Hey, what are you doing with my friend?"