The moment the realization settled, Albedo immediately got on the move. He was very rushed, not wanting even a second to go to waste, and he had a terrifying level of intent behind his actions.
It was a mode of absolute focus and determination that led every single one of Albedo's current movements.
The ground beneath his feet shattered as he launched forward, a shockwave tearing through the already ruined southern district.
"…You're not getting away." Albedo said in a very cold voice. That voice was quiet, but it was absolute, raw determination leading him.
The world around him blurred. Atlantis, once radiant and alive, was now reduced to a battlefield of collapsing structures, violent currents, and clashing forces.
But none of that mattered to Albedo, as his vision had completely narrowed and focused on a single threat, Mera.
