Motivations

Atticus felt a surge of power coursing through his body, just like the last time during his battle with Alvis after enduring that bombardment of attacks.

'To think he could replicate that in a single second… damn,' Atticus thought as he fixed his gaze on Magnus, who stood at a distance. His grip on his katana tightened. No matter how much he witnessed it, he desired that power.

Atticus's figure blurred before multiplying into a staggering number of afterimages. Countless azure slashes filled the space before they converged into a crescent slash many times larger than before. The whole training room rumbled as it shot forward at intense speed.

The crew members, along with Dario and Yotad, who had gathered outside, fixed their gazes on the large red door. They had felt the rumble from outside. For the shockwave to reach them despite the room's specifications, they could only imagine what was happening inside.