Chapter 1270: Wind
“Em, Atticus…” Zenon began, voice tense, but Atticus cut him off.
“I know.” Atticus’ voice was no less serious. The situation was that tense after all.
A bombardment of attacks was all they could currently see. It rained down towards them, promising nothing but devastation.
However, neither of them could use their mana.
They had tried everything in their power to move their mana but to no avail. Without mana, and with Will being restricted, how the fuck were they supposed to defend against this bombardment?
The tension in Atticus’ voice didn’t reflect his expression. Despite the bombardment, he looked as calm as a still lake. He glanced downward, mind spinning.
’Another trap.’
Reaching this place, the mountainous region wasn’t the only thing that had revealed itself.
Another sigil, glowing even brighter than the one before, had formed beneath them, covering the entire space.
And it did far more than simply change mana signatures in the air. Right now, it had also turned the mana around them docile and unresponsive.
No matter how much they tried, it wasn’t responding. And without their wills to impose command, it was next to impossible to regain control.
’They were watching.’ This was why Atticus’ voice had been tense. The trap they entered in the wasteland hadn’t been some kind of first challenge, no. It had been a test.
Who would set up that sort of test and not watch how it unfolded? It was a test to see how Atticus would handle it.
To see what other tricks he had up his sleeve. Atticus had used the mana shield and negated the mana within it, so they had taken his ability to use the shield. Without the shield, he couldn’t negate the mana. Therefore, he couldn’t defend against this bombardment.
It was an ingenious plan, and it was understandable when it came from a world focused on military might.
However, unfortunately, this was a fact that Atticus had foreseen. Even until now, people, and apparently even stars, keep making the same mistakes over and over again.
But Atticus couldn’t blame the stars. They were beings beyond comprehension, but Atticus had been tricking them all from the beginning.
Mana was needed to control the elements. To fuel it. To manipulate and use it. This was the truth. During this Virelenna, Atticus had been using the mana to control the elements.
However, the elements still existed, and this was the mistake people kept on making.
Atticus didn’t need to manipulate or control the elements. No. He was the elements.
The attacks reached them, and one word rolled off Atticus’ lips.
“Fusion,” he declared, and became the elements of water, fire, air, and earth.
A dark crimson aura exploded from him in a spiral of light, spreading out in all directions.
It surged outward and soon made contact with all of the attacks, and, akin to a storm swallowing fire, as sudden as it appeared, most of them vanished, swallowed by the energy.
But the fusion energy only affected matter, and not mana. The beams of pure mana continued onwards, tearing towards them, but they didn’t make it far.
Atticus and Ozeroth’s eyes turned golden.
“I’ll handle the attacks. Take the sigil,” Atticus said. And for once, Ozeroth didn’t mutter even a single complaint. He turned his gaze downwards toward the sigil as he got to work.
Atticus also didn’t dawdle. He focused on the incoming mana beams.
When Ozeroth changed his path and stopped using spirit energy, Atticus had been glad to find out that the spiritual eyes hadn’t disappeared. Instead, it had changed.
Spiritual eyes had been ones that unveiled the truths of the world and peered into the souls of people, but now it was slightly different. It also unveiled the truths, but in a different sense.
Ozeroth’s new path was one of pride. He had changed the name accordingly. Atticus had cringed when he called it Pride Eyes. But there was no choice. It was his, and he had to accept the change, much to his chagrin.
Spiritual eyes were subtle, ones that unveiled the soul and see through lies and deceit.
But Pride Eyes were forceful. It was as though they disdained being lied to. They forcibly challenged the world at any sign of deceit and tore through any illusion.
To use Omnicognition, it was very important for them to see the truth, to see things the way they were. Before, they had used spiritual eyes for that. Now, Pride Eyes.
They still weren’t allowed to utilize their Wills offensively in this world, however Omnicognition was a part of Ozeroth, his aspect, and it worked in tandem with Pride Eyes. Plus, it wasn’t offensive.
Atticus activated it, and his gaze turned golden. His eyes peered through the incoming attacks, and he saw them for what they truly were, a mana beam with rapidly changing mana signatures.
If Atticus’ plan had been to negate the mana beams, he might have encountered problems. But it hadn’t.
Another word rolled out from his tongue. “Fusion.”
As Atticus became the elements of darkness, lightning, and ice, a colorless force exploded from him and washed over the incoming attacks.
Everything slowed. The swarm of incoming attacks, time, and even the thoughts of the millions currently watching.
Ozeroth’s words came from behind. “I got it.” The spirit suddenly slammed his fist into the ground, and a crack spread beneath them.
Like fragile glass, the massive sigil shattered, and control over mana came back to them like a wave.
Still, the rapidly changing mana signatures of the beams didn’t stop. But it did nothing to shake Atticus.
His mind flowed together with the changing mana signature. ’A’ became ’C’, and changed to ’F’, before shifting again and again and again.
Atticus followed it all. He raised an arm, and suddenly, the millions of mana beams abruptly stopped.
They hovered still in the air as though their time had paused.
And then, to the shock of the millions of soldiers… to the horror of the Warbringers…
They dispersed, vanishing into the wind.
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