Back at the epicenter, there was nothing but chaos.
Atticus and Elderish remained locked in place, both refusing to yield. Their auras screamed against one another, the battlefield twisting between them.
Atticus strained every fiber of his being. His exosuit was active. His dragon scales were alive. Every single power he had unlocked surged within him at once, all coalescing into his Will.
But even then… all he could manage was pushing Elderish's arm back by an inch.
And that inch, made Elderish's gaze narrow to pinpricks.
He was shocked. Atticus had just weakened himself by releasing his spirit… and yet he was still this strong? And worse, his life weapon, his katana, was so strong it was steadily cutting through Elderish's energy layer by layer.
Elderish's eyes sharpened.
"Enough of this."
His aura erupted again, rising like a wave. The energy boiled and swelled, and then, with a single push, he unleashed it.
