Atticus and Elderish had been reduced to nothing but blurs, weaving across the skies of the Aeonian domain, clashing, clashing, and clashing again.
But despite this, Atticus' mind raced with intense speed.
'He's stronger… and faster.'
Atticus felt his bones rattle from each collision. Despite having become the four elements and pushing his speed to its limit, he was still slower.
Elderish's blows rained down like missiles, so fast that multiple afterimages formed before the first even landed.
But Atticus moved precisely, his body flowing with his katana as he unleashed a barrage of slashes.
Each one met Elderish's fists in midair, erupting into a chain of violent explosions. But it didn't matter. The difference showed. He was being pushed back.
Atticus had never let slower speed or lesser strength define the outcome of a battle. With his abilities, he always turned the tides. But this time, things were different. Elderish wasn't just stronger, his abilities were varied.
