Atticus felt exhilarated.
The amount of adrenaline coursing through his body at this moment was hard to fathom.
Atticus felt strong, he felt powerful. He felt as though he could do anything, crush anyone.
However, despite having all of these feelings, the five lightning constructs in front of him seemed to keep him occupied.
Their movements were coordinated and precise. Their attacks well-timed and accurate. Three took his front, trying their best to keep him occupied while the remaining two were constantly unleashing attacks on his blind spots.
They were faster, had the numbers, and were unable to feel pain. Regardless, Atticus was still fending them off!
Magnus tried his best not to smile but failed miserably. Contrary to what many thought, he wasn't holding back. Yes, he had limited the constructs' power level to be slightly over Atticus, but that was the only thing he had done.
