Chapter 1234 Stolen Storm Arts

• The moment Atticus barked the warning, every spectator reacted as though a gust of lightning-cold wind had slapped their chests. Boots scraped over the flagstones while men and women alike lurched backward, widening the ring around Aiden.
• No sooner had the circle opened than an oceanic pressure burst from Aiden's lean frame. The very air flexed, groaning like overstressed steel before collapsing into a silence heavy enough to smother breath.
• He moved then—slowly, impossibly slowly—each measured gesture carving through that hush with the patience of a master calligrapher laying down the first ink stroke of a timeless scroll.