Atticus was becoming all too adept at changing the nature of his movents depending on the need.
As soon as he evaded the showering bone spikes, once again, Atticus's movent changed.
Like a crashing wave, Atticus surged forward, leaving a trail of water in the air.
He closed the distance swiftly. Like a surging current, his leg surged upwards, hitting the shocked Luther beneath his chin with swift and brutal force.
"H-How…?" Luther only had ti to mutter those words before a blitzing punch followed.
Luther felt everything as though it happened in slow motion. From the break in the tall bridge of his nose to the crack that followed in his teeth, to the way his skin deford beneath the weight of the strike before the force of the punch acted upon him, and his figure shot backward at dizzying speed, hitting the wall beside the staircase.
The whole area descended into frightening silence. From the basent where Atticus currently was, to the entirety of the coliseum where millions of students were watching his screen with rapt attention.
The situation was far from over, and it seed that Atticus was just starting to find this out.
Atticus's steps that were initially approaching the figures of Lucienta and Luther, who were struggling to stand up, abruptly stopped, his gaze narrowing.
His eyes were currently fixated on one thing: the blinking red light on Lucienta's wrist. Atticus could stand here all day thinking about the function of that light, but considering the situation and everything that he had deduced about it, only one thing ca to mind when he saw that light: a call for help.
Atticus's thoughts spun, his mind oddly clear. His next actions were swift and without hesitation. He didn't even need to ponder his next course of action, for them to call for help would an that there was backup; the building was surrounded.
He couldn't allow himself to get boxed in.
The air around Atticus suddenly beca heavy and humid, a swirling tornado of water forming around him, spinning with intense power.
Akin to a rising wave, Atticus surged upwards, breaking through the sturdy bone-made ceiling with remarkable force, leaving a cascade of water droplets in his wake.
Atticus continued upward, breaking through the ceiling and entering the upper floor of the building, his perception ramped up into full swing.
Atticus didn't sweep his gaze around the room to look for who he had co for, Aurora; there was no need to.
He was still controlling the water inside her suit and could feel every single movent she had made, even when he had been in the basent.
Every single one of the n in the room had their backs turned from the middle of the room, each of them about to run out the door, moving with urgency, having felt the disturbance below.
The last thing they were each expecting was the figure of Atticus, covered in a swirling water tornado, bursting through the middle of the room, a wave of water in his wake.
His presence didn't even last for 1 second, none even having the ti to understand what was going on. As soon as he burst through the room, the figure of one of the supposed soldiers at the back line of the group suddenly shot towards Atticus as though propelled by an invisible force.
And then, just as he had co, his montum continued undisturbed, bursting through the ceiling of the room and out the roof of the building.?
It was then that Atticus's gaze finally swept the area.
The world seed to slow as Atticus's perception operated at full throttle.
Three things ca to Atticus's head at that mont.
The first, his assumption had been right.
All around the building and in every single direction were the figures of n clad in tight white suits with cloaks.
These n were the epito of elite, their posture erect and deanor austere, radiating a sense of seriousness and disciplined focus.
Their gazes were unwavering, fixed directly on the building Atticus had just burst out of.
Suspended in the air and around the building were the forms of a significant number of hover cars, each of them facing the building.
And just below, at the front of a small number of them, was the figure of a young boy. He was clad in the sa attire as the other n, and one would be quick to dismiss him as insignificant. But such a person would be a fool. And Atticus wasn't a fool.
Out of everyone present in the area, only the gaze of the boy was able to react and follow Atticus's movent as he burst out of the building. This small fact brought about the second thought in Atticus's head.
The boy had awakened his perception, which ans he was at the very least an expert-rank.
Atticus didn't even care to wonder who the boy was. In fact, not even a second had passed since he had burst out from the building.
As soon as Atticus ca to that conclusion, the third and last thought ca naturally.
He had to escape.
Just as naturally as the thought flowed, his movents also followed.
Atticus's hands moved like lightning, rapidly tapping his artifact and unlocking his currently most powerful elent, fire.
It was a power that Atticus had been using for years now; it was already a part of him. Atticus didn't feel any surge of power nor did he need ti to get used to it.
As quickly as it ca, Atticus let go of every single one of his thoughts about water, his entire being focusing on one thing: fire.
It all happened in an instant.
The swirling tornado surrounding both Atticus and Aurora began to bubble, the temperature in the area spiking to staggering levels.
The water evaporated with startling speed, a surge of steam suddenly engulfing the whole area.
Before any of them could react to their vision getting clouded, a nuclear blast-like explosion suddenly shook the entire area, the ground trembling.
A streaking figure suddenly shot out of the steam-engulfed area, moving at breakneck speed towards the gates of the city, leaving a fiery blaze in his wake.
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