Space
As Atticus approached, its imposing form started slowly creaking open.
Atticus readied himself for any potential attack that would come his way.
He stimulated his fire bloodline, attempting to give himself an unpredictable edge, and he maximized his perception so he would be able to react to anything that came his way.
As soon as the door creaked open, the world seemed to slow as Atticus gazed intensely into the pitch-black room, anticipating any attacks.
But despite waiting for a few moments, Atticus saw nothing.
'I guess I was too paranoid?'
Just as Atticus was about to lower his guard and turn his perception back to normal, he suddenly paused.
He instantly released a mana pulse from his mana core, and then his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he saw the multitude of colorless bursts of distorted space hurtling towards him from every conceivable angle.
Atticus's reaction was instantaneous.