Air

High above the sky, the grand fortress of the air sanctum floated majestically. Just in front of the grand gates of the sanctum, a small swirl of water suddenly materialized, and the figure of Atticus abruptly appeared in the area.

There was one feeling Atticus felt immediately upon arrival: freedom. He felt completely and utterly free.

Opening his eyes, Atticus saw no one, only the grand airy gates. But it was only for a second.

A gust of air materialized, making Atticus's clothes flutter and causing him to shut his eyes momentarily.

"Have you lost your way, boy?"

Atticus opened his eyes and saw an old man of average height and lean build, with a physique that screamed agility.

He had long white hair that flowed freely with the wind and was clad in flowing robes of blue and white. The man's hand reached for his long mustache on his face, twirling its tip.