The Seventh (21)

"*Huff*...*Huff*...*Huff*..."

"You damn brat... *Huff*..."

"Kuku... HAHAHAHA!"

Atticus laid back first on the palm of one of the large stone hands that shielded him from Berkah's magic.

His insanity induced laughter echoed throughout the cloud of dust and smoke, he writhed and contorted his grotesque body like a snail drizzled with a pinch of salt.

[Had I not imbued my defenses with Dark Mana, I would've been fried beyond recognition.]

[To think a child born from a Harpy and Dragonkin would be so monstrous!]

He mused, his body still stinging from the pain caused by Berkah's attack.

"Kuku..."

"I'll keep that in mind when doing my research. "

Atticus's upper lip twisted sadistically, he then balanced his body on his one arm and raised his posture.

*Rumble...*,*Rumble...*

Electric blue lights crackled like thunder within the smoky haze.

[Here he comes!!]