บท 550: Changing.

The Apocalypse Lance moved with unreal speed, so fast that many Master+ rank crew members in attendance couldn't catch its movements.

And yet, as it crossed the distance swiftly and was about to make contact with the maelstrom of defensive elements, it was as though time slowed, the lance moving at a snail's pace. But those watching knew that this was far from the truth; the intensity of the moment was just that high.

Eventually, the lance met the swirling defense, and the resulting impact was nothing short of cataclysmic.

It met the golden arcane shield first. This particular art's strength had always followed Atticus as he ranked up. Considering the might of the lance, the next event wasn't a surprise.

The moment the lance's light touched the shield, it immediately disintegrated into nothingness, evaporating in a blinding flash.