The air molecules around Atticus trembled, each of them combusting into a fiery blaze.
The members of the group, who had been completely focused on their tasks, paused their actions, each of them turning their gazes towards Atticus.
"No way,"
Their gazes simultaneously widened as they witnessed the ongoing scene.
The instructor moved forward slowly, walking past the shocked students and standing a few meters in front of Atticus. Both hands were folded on his chest, looking at Atticus with a serious expression.
However, Atticus remained completely still and focused. He could feel each of those intense gazes boring into him, but he paid them no heed.
Atticus focused on fire and fire only. His control over the molecules didn't end with just creating fire. Atticus was glad to find out that the molecules weren't destroyed when they combusted; in fact, they were each like tiny pieces that made up the formless fire.
