The hammer rocketed upward, slicing through the air and shattering the falling rocks effortlessly.
Its speed was so intense that it broke the sound barrier with sonic booms, the air currents gathering around the hammer as it tore through the sky.
Atticus's eyes widened; he hadn't expected Karn to throw his weapon.
His focus instantly shifted to the fire element, his body flickering out of the hammer's path just as it ripped past where he had been, the air around it swirling and distorting from the sheer force of its movement.
But as soon as he reappeared in another location, the hammer shifted course, changing direction and hurtling toward him with twice its speed.
Atticus wasted no time, flickering again and again, deftly evading the hammer. Each time it missed, its force caused ripples and gusts, tearing through the atmosphere.