Atticus had trained in the most effective ways of utilizing his powers during the years.
His katana arts, elents, and will were all truly powerful as individual entities. However, Atticus had always wondered the sa thing, what would happen should he combine them together?
The power he imagined would co from doing it made his heart race and his body want to try it imdiately. He had begun thinking of ways he could combine his abilities.
The katana arts along with his will. The arts along with his elents. The three, combined to form a power that dwarfed everything he had ever known.
He had put it to the test multiple tis, and he had seen the sheer power and potential of them. But Atticus had quickly noticed sothing else, it wasn’t just about the power. Its effect was just as important and insane.
With the three abilities combined; the elents would have an effect on his opponent. His will would do the sa. And so would the lethal power of the katana arts.
And right now, Atticus could see each of those effects coming in handy.
The first was the fourth katana art, a storm that shredded all that stood in its path.
The second was the elent, a fusion of light, space, and spirit elent to create an energy that purifies. It reeked of life, and seed to be the bane of the undead, whose entire existence was defined by death.
And the last, his will. Burning, and turning all who touched it into ash.
As Atticus’s katana returned to his grip, despite the distance, Lyress found her eyes widening to their extres, her face twisting. Sohow, she had felt the change in the air. Sothing was coming.
"Sundering Storm."
The words fell like thunder.
There was a stillness in the cavern, then...
Boom!
An eruption of swirling energy that dwarfed everything so far detonated across the space.
It crashed onto the ceiling and into the ground with force before spreading out in every direction, rapidly approaching the undead legion army.
"Shields!"
The shout tore from Lyress’s throat before she could even realize it. The legion army stomped forward in unison, planting their shields onto the floor just as the swirling storm hit.
The impact slamd against the shields, and the legion took a step back from the force, holding out for a mont, but only a mont.
Before anyone could react, the rest of the storm hit and engulfed the entire legion. Will, elent, and art mixed together shredded the undead like a blender would peppers. And before Lyress could react, her undead army was decimated.
The storm continued its movent and spread out, covering the entire space in its raging path.
The ground was shattered. Pillars shredded. The cave ceiling, gone. The entire cavern trembled, as though trying to withstand the weight of the storm.
Away from the raging battle, the champions of Somnera, along with the king of the Amazonian group and four of Atticus’s alternate selves, who had been engaged in battle, had all been blasted far from the titanic clash between Atticus and Lyress.
Their earlier clashes had proven to be far too much for any of them to handle. And with what Atticus had just unleashed, they had moved far away to avoid being cut up.
They watched from a far distance, eyes wide and their battle montarily forgotten, as a raging storm that seed to consu all encompassed everything. They each had the sa thought in their minds, this was a battle beyond their comprehension.
The battle between Lyress and Atticus also reached the other parts of the cavern.
The champions of Eldoralth, who were battling the Amazonian won, each shot glances toward the direction of the raging storm that seed to be getting closer despite the incredible distance.
No one needed to tell them. They recognized the aura instantly.
Atticus.
They had found out the hard way that this cavern apparently panned thousands of kiloters. For his battle to reach here...
They exchanged cautious glances. Atticus might have t with a god with a concept.
Each of their auras suddenly erupted as their gazes narrowed.
Magnus and Aric turned in a direction to look at Ozeroth, who was currently battling a hamr wielding woman warrior.
Zenon stood at the side with a frown, watching the fight carefully, ready to react should Ozeroth be in any danger.
So monts ago, when the arrows had stopped coming, Zenon had moved to help Ozeroth, but the man had stopped him imdiately.
"It’s beneath to gang up on a woman!" he had said.
Zenon had frowned and replied, "Then leave the battle to . We can’t afford you fighting in your weakened state."
It had been a reasonable proposition. Ozeroth was their king. Should anything happen to him, they would lose this scenario.
With Zenon free of any opponents, he should’ve been the one fighting, not the weakened Ozeroth. But the man wouldn’t have it.
"She dared attack after the lesson I gave her before! No one will interfere! She’s due for another lesson!"
His words had baffled Zenon, and had also angered the Amazonian woman.
Her power had intensified by many levels, and so had their clashes. But lo and behold, despite his weakened state, Ozeroth was still sohow holding his own. Even better, he seed to have the upper hand.
The Amazonian warrior was fierce and attacked with raw power, but instead of returning power with power, Ozeroth had taken a more precise route.
He weaved and parried cataclysmic attacks, moved with shocking footwork, and waded through an endless stream of abilities as though they were nothing.
He outmaneuvered her, landing strikes that only seed to enrage the woman further.
Zenon allowed himself a glance at the other battles. They were already coming to an end.
Magnus and Aric were nothing if not monsters. They treated their opponents like elders admonishing teen girls who hadn’t seen the worst of the world.
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