Grey
After a few intense moments, a golden light suddenly illuminated the whole area from the ball of water close to the tree, and in the next instance, the figure of the Nebulon youth disappeared from the area.
Atticus's gaze flickered open, taking away his palm from the tree. He pondered the feeling he had experienced earlier.
As he connected with the flow of water passing through each tree's roots, it was as though his reach kept extending farther.
'This has huge potential,' Atticus noted, envisioning himself being able to control and utilize water from every angle and for large distances.
'But it still needs work. It takes too long and requires a lot of focus to use. I won't have that luxury in battle,' he realized.
Atticus's guard had been raised to the maximum as he encountered the bone race. Reading the rules only served to make him even more alert.