Confused

The five of them muttered in unison,

"First Art… Dimensional Shred," 

Before Atticus could even process those words, the five figures vanished, and the air around him suddenly distorted violently. 

Shimmering rifts began to tear through space, each one slicing toward him from multiple angles. They moved with deadly precision, faster than the eye could follow, each rift like a blade cutting through reality itself.

Earlier, he had barely blocked this art from one Carius, but now he would have to face five of them— each even stronger than the earlier attack.

"Endless Blade."

Atticus's body reacted on instinct. His katana flashed, slashing through the air in rapid, precise movements as he attempted to parry the incoming attacks.

'So heavy,'