"Manifest."
His irises split between white and gold. As the king's massive hamr plumted, Atticus erupted.
The force slamd into the king and hurled him back. He regained his footing and imdiately looked ahead.
A massive flaming silhouette clawed into the heavens. The temperature skyrocketed, the ground across the wasteland fusing into glass. Then the enormous figure rapidly shrank.
The king's eyes narrowed grimly.
The haze around Atticus gradually cleared, revealing his new form. Whitish flas burned across one half of his body, golden flas across the other.
The sheer power radiating from him froze every soul present.
A faint intrigued smile touched the Pride Queen's lips. Freya's eyes shone like twin suns. This… this was Atticus at full power. Behind them, the queen's guards went rigid. To think the child they had once looked down upon possessed such terrifying strength. Many slowly turned toward Unive, who trembled subtly. Now they understood.
The others stared at Atticus with varying emotions. Yet none could deny the awe flickering within their eyes.
"You… you can use Manifest?"
The king's eyes trembled. Manifest was a power centered around the kings and queens of the Second Crown. Monsters who had spent millennia refining themselves through endless battle and ditation. It was definitely not sothing a boy barely over a century old should possess.
And even more frightening… that control. This was not newly awakened power.
The king grit his teeth, his armor blazing brighter.
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