บท 838: Bam

Atticus felt powerful.

If he had to be honest, it wasn't the first time he would feel this way. Every time it happened, the world seemed different, no, he was the one who had changed.

It was like someone who had walked their entire life suddenly being given the ability to fly.

It felt surreal.

It felt amazing.

His entire being would vibrate with an energy he had never experienced before, an energy that felt infinite.

His senses sharpened to an unprecedented degree, as if the world around him slowed while he moved forward effortlessly.

His strength multiplied manifold, his speed became terrifying, and it felt as though he could reach out, touch the horizon, and shatter mountains with a flick of his hand.

But even amidst all these incredible sensations, Atticus could feel it.

Something was different.

He felt more than human, more than a man. A human being shouldn't feel this way.