The venom shot toward Atlas at an alarming speed, too fast for him to evade. There was no escape. The only option was to take the hit and recover later. But how fatal would the venom be if it struck him directly?
He clenched his teeth, his mind racing. He couldn't afford even a single hit in this battle. Every ounce of strength needed to be preserved; any injury, no matter how small, could jeopardize his performance in the long run.
And then, without warning, his body flared with fire.
The venom fluid ignited the moment it touched the fiery aura enveloping him, burning away harmlessly before it could reach his skin.
Opportunity struck.
"Lightning Step!"
With a burst of crackling speed, Atlas dashed away from danger, moving so fast that he briefly left a glowing trail behind him. In the split second of motion, he glanced sideways and noticed Garen standing at a distance, grinning as he held his weapon aloft.
The fire skill. It was his doing.
