'Weak.'
Atticus' will flared and shot up to meet the attack. It consumed them the next instant, but that wasn't all.
With a thought, numerous beams of fire burst out in Atticus' surging wake, streaking toward different directions.
Moments later, the horizon erupted in towering plumes of fire, rising and rolling clouds of smoke that swallowed the distance.
'They're still coming.'
The attacks were simply copies of what had been thrown at him. Though his incredible will made each one more lethal, the distance was too great to ensure they hit their targets.
'I need more power.'
Atticus turned toward a certain direction where he felt a pull.
'It's the only way.'
He exchanged a glance with Magnus and Kiara.
"We're increasing speed."
They'd barely nodded when Atticus' eyes blazed a crimson light. His next step cratered the floor for kilometers, cracks and fissures erupting.
