Chapitre 889: Jinx

A pillar of blinding white light erupted from Atticus, tearing upward into the void above. The energy swirled, crackling violently before being absorbed back into his body.

BOOM.

The sound ripped through the space as Atticus became a streak of lightning, his thoughts splitting as the air currents gathering around him in formless waves.

His form blurred, his movements incomprehensible.

Lightning crackled with each shift, and air spiraled around him, compressing and expanding with each motion, filling the atmosphere with sharp bursts of energy.

The combined forces of air and lightning tore the atmosphere apart. The air currents sharpened his strikes, while the lightning amplified their destructive force.

In an instant, he was upon the figure.