Chapter 838 Bam

Chapter 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.

His strength, speed, and perception weren't just enhanced. They felt limitless.

For the first time ever, Atticus didn't just feel powerful. He couldn't see the limits of his current power.

He felt invincible. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Spiritual energy wasn't related to or reliant on mana. It was its own distinct force, with its own properties and effects.

In the human domain, the Starhaven family had always been unmatched when it came to appearance and vitality. They lived longer than other families, which was one of the reasons why Sector 8 was dominated by their bloodline.

Like mana, spiritual energy enhanced every aspect of the body, speed, strength, and all other stats and some would even argue it did so to a higher degree than mana.

Atticus had suspected this ever since he concluded that the spirit world was a higher world than Eldoralth. If it was a higher world, then naturally its energy would also be stronger.

Yet to Atticus, they were moving at a snail's pace.

He saw everything.

The twitch of their muscles, the flow of spiritual energy surging through their bodies as they prepared to strike, the arcs of their attacks forming before they fully materialized.

The very air seemed to slow, every displaced particle visible to him. He could trace the beads of sweat forming on their brows, the dilation of their pupils as they focused, and even the faint rhythm of their breaths as their chests rose and fell.

The battlefield unfolded before him, a vivid map of every trajectory, every intention, every flaw.

To him, they weren't opponents, they were stories written in advance, their every move and thought laid bare before they were carried out.

In that moment, Atticus didn't just see his enemies. He saw everything.

His exo suit throbbed, its form evolving in real time. It had Initially been built to harness mana alone as it was the only energy Atticus used. But now, it adapted to his newfound dual energies.

Streaks of vibrant purple and shimmering blue appear across the surface, forming intricate, flowing patterns that seemed alive.

The air thickened around him, filled with mana and spiritual energy as his suit absorbed both from the environment.

The surge of power coursing through him was unprecedented, his strength magnified beyond comprehension.

His piercing blue eyes shifted, splitting into a mesmerizing swirl of purple and blue, glowing faintly.

His gaze flickered and then, the stillness shattered as time resumed its motion.

To the twins and the spirits, one moment they converged around Atticus, their attacks blazing with unstoppable force, and in the next, his figure vanished into thin air.

Their eyes widened in shock as their attacks continued forward, dangerously close to colliding with each other.

And just as the realization hit, a sudden, deafening bam! ripped through the air.

To them, it was a single, earth-shattering sound, loud, explosive, and final.

But to Atticus, it was different.

It was seven distinct impacts, each precisely timed and perfectly synchronized, blending together so seamlessly in their time frame that they resonated as one unified blast.