?Atticus kept moving the mixture of space essence and mana around his body as required by the art. And after a long while of doing this, Atticus shockingly felt like he was ready for what he wanted to try.
Atticus felt as though his body was being stretched and compressed at the sa ti in ways that defy conventional understanding.
It was both exhilarating and disorienting, as if he was on the verge of being torn apart and yet simultaneously connected to everything around him in ways that transcended physical boundaries.
Atticus made his form float downwards as he landed on the entrance floor a few seconds later.
With him now stable, Atticus turned and gazed at the position in front of him. He instantly felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins as if the very essence of space itself was propelling him forward.
With a swift and deliberate motion, Atticus's form stirred instantly, causing ripples of distortion to cascade around him like shimring waves in a cosmic sea.
In the blink of an eye, Atticus suddenly disappeared from his current location, seamlessly transitioning through the fabric of space itself.
The world around him blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes as he traversed the void. With a sensation akin to being pulled by a vortex, Atticus suddenly appeared at his destination.
Atticus's lips curled up into a huge grin. 'This could work,' he thought with giddy anticipation.
Many might be confused with what was happening. He had literally just found out that teleportation was impossible, and yet, he had just done it. What was going on?
But what these people wouldn't know was that they were completely wrong.
Atticus didn't just teleport; he had simply moved. It was as simple as that.
Elental mimicry.
Atticus had the ability to mimic the movent of any elent he possessed, so he had done just that, mimicking the movent of space.
But then, at the sa ti, this fact would have completely astonished the minds of people who heard it.
It might seem like it was all fun and gas, easy stuff, but many knew that it was anything but so.
The space elent couldn't be compared to the other elents, which had a tangible form and nearly predictable behavior. It was more volatile and unpredictable compared to the other elents.
It was an abstract and ever changing force; in essence, it was unstable and prone to sudden fluctuations.
The fact that Atticus had been able to accomplish this feat, on his first try nonetheless, would be enough to blow the minds of those in the human domain.
He had shifted his physical position through space, allowing him to move from one point to another almost instantaneously.
Space mimicry.
'But it's very limited,' Atticus noticed in the short ti he spent in the void that he could well, only spend a short ti in the void.
Which ant that Atticus could only move for very short distances at a ti before he would have to stop.
'About one to two ters?' Atticus surmised.
'Well, at least it's better than nothing,' Atticus reassured himself. He quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to check and see more things that he could find out about the space elent.
It was completely easy and straightforward because of his high intelligence, and after a while of experinting, Atticus had figured out three things that he could use the space elent for, apart from space mimicry.
The first was what he terd as spatial awareness.
It was basically like perception but way better. Even though it wasn't as profound as the insight he had gained a few minutes ago, it was still way more than he could ever achieve before he awakened the space elent.
He could basically see and anticipate the movent of things with greater clarity, and this in turn ca with quicker reflexes, ultimately allowing him to react faster than normal.
The second was what he had also terd as spatial distortion.
By subtly manipulating the space within his body, Atticus could montarily alter his physical dinsions, allowing for swift contortions or adjustnts to his body's position.
This could allow him to squeeze into tight spaces or dodge hard incoming attacks.
And the last one he had figured out was completely basic. He would wrap any part of his body with the space elent and use it to attack.
But as he did this, Atticus had discovered many incredible things about it.
Any attacks with the space elent could result in several effects depending on whatever he wanted.
He could decide to simply enhance the force of the punch, making them more impactful than usual by increasing the amount of kinetic energy of his punch.
He could decide to cause spatial distortions, which upon impact would cause localized distortions in space around the target, resulting in warping or bending of the target, creating a disruptive and disorienting effect for the said target.
And the last one he had found out was almost like an area effect kind of attack. Upon impact with a space imbued punch, it would create strong shockwaves that would not only cause damage to the target but also nearby objects or people.
Like a powerful blast expanding outwards.
All in all, although his 'teleportation', if he could call it that, was completely subpar, and he hadn't been able to manipulate gravity. Still, Atticus had been very satisfied with his gains for today.
'It was all worth the hype.'
Just as he was about to check the ti, the AI voice suddenly sounded, practically saving him the trouble.
"[Atticus Ravenstein, You have only 15 minutes left to exit the space elental room. Please do so in a tily manner or you would be forcefully teleported.]"
Atticus's gaze widened slightly in shock. He had no idea that the ti had passed so quickly.
Atticus gave the space elental room a long look before he turned and headed outside the room.
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