Her voice rumbled again.
"Break his bones."
The world listened. Her voice condensed into thousands of thin sonic lances, tearing towards Atticus from every single angle.
But Atticus's Will only flared like a bonfire doused in fuel. It engulfed the lances, swallowing them whole and turning them into nothingness.
His cold golden eyes never stopped scanning the area, his mind spinning. He waited, for a clue, a mistake.
Even for a god, it was hard not to make a single one.
"Crush him."
Her words had barely dropped when bubbles formed all over Atticus, then imploded into bursts of spheres that roared towards him, threatening to crush him.
But another flare of his Will was all it took to erase the attack completely.
Atticus's eyes kept roaming, his figure calm.
Not a single speck of dust marred his form, despite having blocked so many world ending attacks.
"Your actions are futile, vile child."
'I've turned into a vile child now?'
