Atlas lunged forward, fists glowing with low-level earth magic, hurling shards of jagged rock. The stones tore free from the ground around him, spinning through the air like missiles. They whistled as they flew, sharp edges glinting in the harsh sunlight. It was everything he had left, every ounce of strength he could muster poured into this one desperate attack.
But the ihe moved faster than the eye could track, sidestepping effortlessly. One moment it was directly in the path of the projectiles, and the next it had shifted, its body flowing like water around the incoming stones. The rocks sailed past harmlessly, crashing into the buildings behind it and sending up clouds of dust. The creature didn't even look concerned. If anything, it seemed bored.
