446 Rummaged

Atticus's form leaned forward abruptly, as though he was descending towards the ground. Just as it appeared he might collide face-first with the floor, Atticus moved.

The ground beneath him immediately fractured, creating a miniature crater, as he sliced through the forest with unparalleled speed.

Despite his utterly battered and bloodied body, it would have been a miracle for Atticus to walk, but for him to still be able to achieve such a high speed in his current state…

Zekaron's heart beat wildly, an intense grin appearing on his face. He had been completely wrong about Atticus. Considering his sneak attack when he had been introducing himself, he had taken him for a coward.

But Zekaron could see that intense gaze; he knew very well what it was because he had seen it hundreds of times before, with him being the one to make the expression a majority of the times.