A vast board. Dozens of powerful Marquis whose sheer presence warped the air itself. Every single eye was on him, yet Raziel didn't seem to notice any of them.
His gaze cut across the board and stopped on one spot. Where a lone figure stood. Atticus.
"Found you."
'He made it.'
A deep frown creased Atticus's face. It had been so long since their last encounter that he'd started to believe Raziel was dead. Raziel was a Marked, just like him. It wouldn't have been strange if the Willguard had gotten to him.
But that thought had been completely wrong.
Not only was Raziel alive, he'd caught up to him and reached the Marquis layer. More importantly, he was far stronger than before.
Even from this distance, Atticus could feel it. Raziel's aura then couldn't compare to now. Now, he was a Marquis. One who carried the power of multiple Solvath fragments.
Their next fight wouldn't resemble the last.
'That him?'
Whisker's voice echoed in his mind.
'Yes.'
