?It was a stark contrast to the advanced training facilities he had grown accustod to.
Atticus hadn't had the privilege to utilize the training facilities of Avalon or Anastasia, but the simulation he typically used for his elental training paled in comparison to what lay before him.
The features of the advanced training room were straightforward: it could simulate a specific environnt with reasonable accuracy based on user input.
However, while Atticus could adjust factors like temperature to a certain extent, the level of detail and control paled in comparison to what he now beheld.
Even if Atticus attempted to push its limits, it couldn't replicate conditions beyond a certain point without resorting to extre asures, such as subrging him in a pit of lava.
Before even getting to this level, Atticus had to utilize his fire elent to mitigate the heat.
'I can still go in further,' Atticus thought to himself.
While his steps slowed down a little bit, Atticus never once stopped. He kept moving deeper and deeper into the room.
After a minute, the determined gait of Atticus ca to an abrupt stop.
The current temperature was bordering on 3000 degrees, and although Atticus had been using his fire elent to mitigate the heat, there was only so much it could do.
Atticus, the one who hardly ever sweated even after a personal intensive training session, the sa one who didn't even break a sweat after enacting a massacre, was currently sweating buckets.
One could only imagine how hot the current temperature was.
And turning his gaze forward, Atticus could see the path still going deeper into the room. He couldn't even begin to imagine how hot the temperature there was.
'This is as far as I can go,' Atticus thought to himself.
He was currently straining himself in order to mitigate the heat. Seeing that he couldn't go in further, Atticus chose this as an ideal spot to train.
'Should I just sit on the floor?' Atticus wondered.
He picked one side and sat down cross-legged on the floor.
Atticus imdiately entered a deep state of ditation as he attempted to completely imrse himself in the environnt.
He forgot air, forgot water, forgot earth, forgot all of his other elents, and completely focused on one thing: Fire.
'Beco the fire,' Atticus repeated these words in his head constantly like a mantra while ditating.
With each passing mont, Atticus could feel his fire elent progressing incredibly well.
Although he hadn't checked the numbers, he knew for sure it would be incomparable to when he trained in the advanced training room.
After one long hour of ditating, Atticus eventually stopped. He stood up and imdiately left the space.
This lecture, just like others, only had 5 hours of lecture ti.
Atticus didn't want to experience what would happen after that 5 hours elapsed. He knew for sure that the academy wouldn't give them free things, even if it was for their benefits.
'I would most likely get thrown out sohow,' Atticus thought to himself.
Atticus had a lot of elents he needed to train, a whole lot. 5 hours was obviously not enough for the whole thing.
The way back wasn't as intense as the way inside. The temperature kept steadily decreasing, much to his satisfaction.
Atticus got to the exit of the room and stepped out of the open door.
As soon as he got out, he wasted no ti and approached the next door to the right. It was gray in color, and gazing at the icon above, it was easy to surmise that it was the air elental room.
The door creaked open as Atticus approached, an intense wave of air imdiately hitting his form, making his trench coat flutter widely.
Atticus stepped into the pitch-black room, and as soon as the darkness receded, his gaze landed on a beautiful scenery.
It was like a large floating island made of high-pressure air. Intense air whipped around the space, painting a vivid image in his head.
Unlike the earlier room, there was no single pathway for people to walk through. It was simply an open space.
Stepping on the surface, Atticus could see that although the ground was made with air, it was compressed so tightly together that it felt like a normal hard surface.
Atticus wasted no ti and started walking forward, moving deeper into the space.
He imdiately noticed the striking similarities between this room and the fire elental room. The air pressure seed to be increasing in intensity as he kept on walking further.
Atticus could feel a slight increase in resistance with each step, as if pushing against an invisible force.
With each step forward, the pressure surrounding him steadily intensified, making it harder to move and breathe comfortably.
As the air pressure beca more intense, Atticus started to feel a sense of heaviness pressing down on his chest, making it increasingly difficult to draw in each breath.
His ears began to pop and ache from the rapid changes in pressure, and he could feel a pounding sensation in his head as his body struggled to adjust.
Atticus had long since deployed his air elent in order to mitigate the effects of the intense amount of pressure. But even he knew that he couldn't keep doing this for too long.
Just like in the fire elental room, after walking deeper for a while, Atticus eventually got to a place where he had to stop.
The air pressure was currently so intense that Atticus was having difficulty moving a finger.
His muscles strained against the invisible weight that bore down on him. His breathing beca labored, and he felt light headed and disoriented as his body struggled to cope with the extre conditions.
'This spot,' Atticus thought, well aware that he couldn't proceed further unless he wanted his form to be completely crushed.
Sitting down cross legged on the floor, Atticus imdiately entered a ditative state, forgetting all his elents and focusing on only one: air.
After ditating for an hour, Atticus stood up and left the room.
He approached the water door next. Just as the door creaked open, a jet of water shot from the room with great force.
Atticus, as swift as lightning, imdiately took control of the approaching water, its form coming to an abrupt stop in front of him.
The water had been shot normally, not being controlled by anyone, so Atticus was able to easily take control of it.
Seeing as there were no more surprises, Atticus released his hold over the water and stepped into the pitch-black room.
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