The oppressive heatwave painted the sky in a vivid orange hue, impossible to ignore. Atticus pivoted swiftly in the air, his eyes locking onto a multitude of colossal fireballs hurtling towards him.
Atticus's gaze swept around the area, his mind oddly clear. Despite the fact that a tsunami of fireballs was about to burn him to a crisp, he didn't seem to care.
There was only one thing on his mind currently: finding Aurora.
Luck was on his side as he didn't have to search for long. He found Aurora just about 60 meters away from him, her expression a mix of shock and bewilderment as she stared at her hands.
Atticus didn't bother to think about why she was staring at her hands in shock; this clearly wasn't the time to do something so foolish.
Ironically, he didn't have to ponder on it because just as Atticus focused on the air element, an element he was used to using as easy as breathing, he felt his heart beat wildly as he felt no connection to it.
