Atticus kept moving the mixture of space essence and mana around his body as required by the art. And after a long while of doing this, Atticus shockingly felt like he was ready for what he wanted to try.
Atticus felt as though his body was being stretched and compressed at the same time in ways that defy conventional understanding.
It was both exhilarating and disorienting, as if he was on the verge of being torn apart and yet simultaneously connected to everything around him in ways that transcended physical boundaries.
Atticus made his form float downwards as he landed on the entrance floor a few seconds later.
With him now stable, Atticus turned and gazed at the position in front of him. He instantly felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins as if the very essence of space itself was propelling him forward.
