Dekai truly deserved the title he had been given. Only a few seconds of battle with the old man had left Atticus utterly drained.
'I have no strength left for a prolonged battle. I have to end it with my next move,' Atticus inwardly decided, a last ditch effort forming in his head.
It could end up not working at all, or it could be his ticket to getting out of the fire sanctum. Regardless, Atticus was willing to take that risk.
Atticus sent waves of instructions, his construct standing up straight with effort.
Dekai smiled as he saw this, a subtle excitement bubbling within him. 'What will you show me?'
Joana, Duran, and the others seemed to come to the conclusion that this next move would be the end of the battle, each of them noting Atticus's tired figure.
Atticus calmed his beating heart and his gaze became firm. Like a rocket, his construct shot towards Dekai's construct with speed.
"Come!"