Bab 670: Over

"I'm ready when you are," Atticus said calmly.

Amara's gaze narrowed, her heart pounding in her chest. Atticus had basically just asked her to make the first move.

Normally, a 16-year-old boy telling a seasoned fighter well into her 30s to attack first during a spar would be seen as insulting. However, Amara didn't feel a shred of that.

'What the hell…' Her heart was racing, and she was trying to figure out why. Then it hit her.

'Ah… he stopped restraining his aura.'

That overwhelming and deadly aura, the same one they had all felt when Atticus entered the airship after leaving the chasm, was now palpable. Since they were about to battle, he had no reason to keep restraining it.

A 16-year-old? It seemed unbelievable! Atticus didn't even feel like any 30-year-old she had ever met.

Amara took a deep breath, calming her nerves. She wasn't going to falter here.