Evading multiple attacks while countering, Atticus reached out to the air molecules and released a blast, but it had no effect. The other elements fared no better.
An idea struck him suddenly, and he reached out to Solvath's fragment, feeling a reaction almost instantly. The dust recoiled from him as though he were an abomination.
Atticus felt the fragment's power repairing his will immediately.
'I can use this.'
He was about to move when the ground suddenly beneath him buckled. He vanished and reappeared in the distance, watching as a massive root burst from the ground where he'd been standing.
The root reached for the skies before surging toward him.
Streaks of silver filled the air as Atticus cut through it with ease, but he narrowed his eyes as black dust burst from the severed remains. It latched onto Solvath's energy instantly, and Atticus frowned as his purple light flickered.
'They affect Solvath's energy?'
