The countless scales on both serpents exploded into expanding rings of heat that continuously collided. A thick haze formed as the outer flames met the inner cold, but no one focused on it.
Instead, all eyes converged on Atticus.
Nerrot gulped.
'H-he copied it.' He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. Atticus had copied it in less than a second, before he had even fired it.
From the utter silence in the area, it was clear even the wall of warriors were beyond shocked. Nerrot felt a weight like no other slam against his will. He gritted his teeth.
'Father… the Count…'
He could feel their dissatisfaction, like a heavy weight on his soul.
"Team Baron Nerrot failed to land a hit. Team God Atticus successfully defended. Zero strikes for Baron Nerrot."
"Team God Atticus, are you ready?"
"Yes," Ozeroth was the one who answered.
"Begin."
Nerrot was snapped out of his reverie instantly. He sent a firm glance towards his subordinate.
"Don't fail me, Jargon."
