Atticus' will bled out from him, surrounding his body in a thick red glow. With the arrival of the fragment bearer, the tension grew dense enough to choke on.
He scrutinized the man.
He stood at 7 feet tall, physique broad and imposing. His long staff rested across his neck, both arms draped over it casually, as if the crushing weight in the air had nothing to do with him.
His presence radiated a pressure that made the entire area heavy.
"Who the hell are you?" the princess demanded. Though she was clearly hot tempered, Atticus could see that she wasn't stupid. She didn't move an inch from her position.
'He's strong.'
"Ah. I finally found you."
The man's lips slowly curled into a smile. He dropped from the building and landed without the slightest displacement. Weightless… unnaturally so.
"I really didn't think we'd meet this soon." He walked toward Atticus with calm, unhurried steps. "To think you would come to me on your own."
"Who are you?"
The man chuckled.
