Chapter 359 Morphed

Chapter 359 Morphed

?After a few seconds, Atticus found himself walking through the hallway on the highest floor. He had already taken the elevator from the floor below.

As he walked, a thought suddenly struck him, and he decided to check something he was supposed to check when he awakened his space element in the elemental room.

'Status,' Atticus thought, and immediately a holographic interface materialized in front of his face.

Character Profile:

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Name: Atticus Ravenstein

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Attributes:

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Strength: 255

Agility: 286>>297

Endurance: 299>>305

Vitality: 289>>294

Intelligence: 46>>47

Perception: 37>>40

Charm: 31>> 33

Will: 34

Level: Expert

Talent: Mythical

Bloodline: Primordial Elemental Bloodline

- Leve 3

- Fire: 12.2 >> 12.4 %

- Air: 12.1 >> 12.3%

- Water: 11.5 >> 11.8 %

- Earth: 11.3 >> 11.6%

away, passing by Atticus without even waiting for a response.

But just as Seraphin passed Atticus, the huge grin on his face instantly turned ice-cold, the change so abrupt that it would completely baffle many people who witnessed the scene.

But just as Seraphin kept on walking,

"Hey," Atticus's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. They had both only walked a few steps away and were only about 5 meters from each other.

But instead of the response one would expect, Seraphin's cold gaze remained the same as he kept on walking through the hallway, his walking gait undisturbed as he completely ignored Atticus's call.

But in the next instance, Seraphin's form froze at Atticus's next words,

"Do you have a problem with me?"

Seraphin's gaze turned dark, his steps coming to an abrupt stop.

Atticus gazed at Seraphin's halted figure with narrowed eyes. This newly awakened space element had made Atticus more perceptive than he had ever thought.

What Atticus had just felt was so abrupt and subtle that many would call him mad for even thinking of confronting Seraphin because of it.

Atticus had always been able to, more often than not, easily tell the mood of others depending on the aura they radiated.

And now he had felt a sudden, very subtle shift in his aura. He felt like Seraphin had been so good at masking his aura that it took awakening the space element to notice that something was wrong somewhere.

Despite how subtle the sign was, Atticus felt like the fact that it was there in the first place meant everything.

If there was any sort of enmity here, he would have to nip it in the bud as soon as possible before it could fester.

Seraphin was currently experiencing a rush of anger that he hadn't felt in a long while. It was so potent that he found it incredibly hard to regain his composure and transform his cold look back into a smile.

Seraphin took subtle deep breaths, trying to regain himself. And at the next instant, his frown shakily started transforming into a smile.

Making sure to hold it, Seraphin pivoted, turning towards Atticus, a radiant smile on his face as he locked gazes with him.

And then, in the most hyper tone he could muster up, making sure it didn't seem like he was forcing it, Seraphin spoke, "What do you mean, bro?"

But Atticus didn't offer any response. His piercing blue eyes scrutinized every single inch of Seraphin's form, capturing every single subtle nuance in an instant.

With his complete attention on Seraphin, his perception would truly be wasted on him if he couldn't see the signs Seraphin was currently giving out, no matter how subtle they appeared to be.

Seraphin's hands were shaking continuously as though he was holding himself back from clenching his fists hard.

The tips of his lips were trembling, a very subtle twitch that couldn't escape Atticus's perceptive gaze. He was obviously forcing the smile.

And lastly, those eyes. Atticus would truly be a fool to see anything but an intense amount of hatred in those eyes as he gazed into them.

Atticus took a step forward, slowly closing the distance between him and Seraphin, his tone having taken on a chilling quality as he spoke,

"I'll ask again. Do you have a problem with me?" He said, locking eyes with Seraphin.

Atticus had always been taller for his age, and the fact that he was only about two steps away from Seraphin made him tower over him.

The tips of Seraphin's lips twitched with intensity as he completely failed to hold back his anger.

Then, at a speed that bipolar individuals could only dream of achieving, Seraphin's expression morphed as he spat out,

"I'll kill you."