Chapter 200 Runes

Chapter 200 Runes

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After explaining everything to the Ravenstein youths, Atticus left them to go about their respective tasks.

After a quick look around the camp and expanse and seeing everything was in order, Atticus headed straight to his room.

On getting to his room, he sat down crossl egged on his bed and allowed his thoughts to drift.

During the five years he was training at the Ravenstein estate, Atticus hadn't neglected a single one of his powers.

In fact, if he had to be honest, his abilities were getting way too much and too fast. He just had too many things to focus on, and this was especially so for his elements.

After he had broken through to the Expert rank and unlocked 2 more elements in addition to the earlier 7, Atticus found it a little difficult to train them all.

His bloodline training required him to always immerse himself in each of its respective bloodline elements' environments, meaning he had to constantly switch between each different element during training, which was dampening his level up speed.

But even with this weakness, Atticus would still choose to have all these elements if he had to make a choice again.

It was simply giving him a lot of options during battle. Each of the elements could be used for different situations and would all be immensely useful during battles.

And if it ever happens that Atticus's mana level became low, he still would be able to put on a fight with all his elements.

His bloodline wasn't reliant on his mana to function but his stamina and endurance. It was an intricate part of him.

It was a power he could keep on using regardless of his mana levels, for as long as his stamina and endurance could take it.

He swiftly channeled his mana into his storage ring, bringing out a bunch of unused slates and an engraver.

Atticus's will had increased significantly during the years, and the torturous training session with Magnus had a lot to do with this.

Only people with the strongest of wills could remain training with that man for as long as Atticus did.

'I actually kind of miss him,' Atticus thought, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

Then he turned his gaze to the slate in his hands. His intelligence had long since surpassed what a grade one runemaster should be able to achieve.

The only thing that had been holding him back was his will. But for a long while now, Atticus had been feeling it; he was about to pass a major milestone.

He just needed a little nudge.

With each increase of his will, Atticus could feel his character changing. It was as though his character was getting firmer and more refined.

The Atticus of before, while he wouldn't scare easily, would still panic in certain situations. But now?

Now he felt as if very little could scare him. And this current situation was a perfect example of that.

If it had been the 10-year-old Atticus before his large increase in will, he doubted that he would be able to be as decisive as he was with the way he handled their current situation in the expanse.

Atticus cleared his head of every other thought and focused on the slate in front of him.

There was only one way to increase his will and cross this milestone, and that was by constantly engraving runes and renewing his will with the will renewal potion in his possession and then continue the circle.

Atticus closed his eyes for a brief moment, instantly focusing on his intent, opening his eyes just as swiftly. Atticus focused his will and at fast speeds engraved the word shield onto the slate; it immediately let out a blinding red light before dimming.

Without pausing, Atticus swiftly placed it on the side and picked up another slate, fully intending to continue his actions.