Hurtled

Kael's voice sounded like the harbinger of impending doom.

The last time Kael had spoken those words, the entrance test had ended before Atticus could see it in action.

Atticus had known it had been powerful then, but with the overwhelming aura that immediately engulfed the whole area as Kael spoke, he could tell its current power could never be compared to back then.

The earth within 8 meters around Kael sunk, snake-like cracks appearing and spreading at an alarming rate.

Simultaneously, crimson-like marks erupted upwards from his chest, weaving a complex network of intricate tattoos that snaked their way across his entire body.

The red glow in his eyes flashed, its hue deepening as his physique expanded in both mass and height, each sinew and muscle gaining an almost supernatural vitality.

Unable to withstand the sheer pressure, his clothes strained against burgeoning muscles and tore, revealing the raw power surging beneath.