Chapter 705 Enlightenment

Chapter 705 Enlightenment

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Seraphina stared down from her enormous construct, her gaze fixed directly on Atticus.

It was an unusual sight. To the people of the human domain, this moment was rare.

Seraphina currently wore a serious expression as she observed Atticus.

'This should be impossible,'

She saw everything with her own eyes, yet it was hard to truly accept. They had witnessed a glimpse of Atticus' strength back in Sector 6.

At that time, he had easily overpowered the other Apex candidates. But Seraphina was only now realizing that it was, in fact, just a glimpse.

Atticus had only shown what was necessary. None of the paragons had seen what he was truly capable of. None of them would have ever believed it.

If only they had all witnessed this scene before the meeting, things would have gone differently.

Atticus Ravenstein wasn't someone who could be compared to their standards. He was a monster. A force that every single one of them should strive to protect.

He would bring change to the human domain.

If they had seen this scene—his true power—the reality of the situation would have settled in their minds.

In the entirety of the human domain, there was no other person. No one else who could represent them.

He was their Apex.

Seraphina's heart was pounding.

'I promised I wouldn't interfere, but I'll have to break my own promise.'

One of the conditions for bringing Atticus to Sector 3 was that she wouldn't interfere, regardless of the situation they encountered. However, considering Atticus' worth, there was no way she was going to let him die like this.

'I'll step in only when necessary,' Seraphina decided. Yet the one she was focused on was already lost in his own world.

The air around Atticus felt heavy. No, it felt searing.

The heat became unbearable as the fire molecules in the air shimmered, their tiny orange forms dotting the space around him. They pulsed. Slowly at first, then faster, expanding outward until every molecule across the estate glowed with an intense orange light.

The process had been slow. Too slow. But now, with rage bubbling inside him, threatening to tear him apart, all he had to do was something simple, something he had done so many times that it had become second nature—connect.

And connect, he did.

The fire molecules in the air responded immediately. Each one pulsed, synchronized with his fury. The temperature skyrocketed to unbearable levels. The ground itself seemed ready to melt.

Every gaze, from Seraphina to Elysia to Anastasia to Freya to Arya to the triplets to Boman to the other Obsidian Order heads, narrowed in focus.

This power... there was no mistaking it. Elysia's heart raced, but before she could act...

Atticus's lips parted. The world shook.

"Domain."

A blinding crimson light exploded from him. The force was so cataclysmic it felt as though a nuclear explosion had detonated.

A pillar of searing energy shot from his body, erupting into the sky like an unleashed volcano.

The world quaked. The skies split. It was as though the very fabric of reality had been torn apart by his power.

Seraphina's gaze trembled. 'No way,' she thought, refusing to believe it. 'It can't be possible.'

And yet, the reality was as clear as it could ever be. There was no doubt about it. This 16-year-old boy was forming his domain.

The process seemed unusually slow, but not a single soul moved. Every Ravenstein battling in the estate and below the hill stopped whatever they were doing, their gazes turned skyward, where the crimson pillar of blinding light pierced the heavens.

The Ravensteins immediately felt it, from fire elementalists to the others. That energy—it was pure elemental energy. Energy so pure that they felt compelled to worship it.

It was unmistakably the formation of a domain, and yet it felt as though a paragon of fire had descended onto the battlefield.

There was no fire elementalist they knew who could achieve such unification, at least not yet. Many immediately wondered what was happening, with Avalon and the others rushing to reach the estate.

The shock in the air seemed endless, but Atticus, who was the source of it all, was in his own world.

His body constantly radiated intense elemental energy, the fire molecules swirling around him, fueled by his fury.

His temperature spiked to such a level that the ground seemed to melt.

In this world of his, Atticus soon reached a state of enlightenment.