Atticus took in deep breaths with his eyes closed, calming his mind completely. His brain was racing, thinking of different crazy thoughts that shouldn't have any business running through his mind.
At this stage, should he decide to do what was currently in his head, not even he knew what would happen.
But regardless, no matter the circumstances and no matter how long, every single one of them would pay.
The water encompassing Atticus's arms suddenly intensified, their forms swirling around them with speed, simultaneously increasing the rate at which the arms were being healed.
The dislodged bones were shifted back into place, and broken parts regenerated.
After a few seconds of intense focus, Atticus' hands were as good as new. This was the height of level 3 of the water element. It would be next to impossible to heal a wound this severe if his water element had been at level 2.
