Genur.art

fff,A man in a red one-piece suit is suspended in mid-air, with a blue cape drawing arcs in the wind. His well-defined arms extend forward, shooting out web-like threads from his palms. The white pupils on his mask curve into crescent shapes, and his mouth curls into a sly smile. At the moment his feet leave the ground, his fingertips have already wrapped around the lightning rod on the rooftop opposite, preparing to swing towards the city's skyline