The descent had come at the exact moment Ordan was about to utter the name. To call it coincidence would be foolish.
His katana began to tremble violently again. Atticus reached for it, only to recoil the instant his fingers drew close.
'It burned me…?'
The heat radiating from the blade dwarfed even that of his burning will. Atticus clenched his jaw. If this was who he suspected, then he was finished.
Even the Great Verge had been powerless to stop him… it was far too early to face such a being.
The aura intensified, crushing down on him until even breathing became impossible.
'He's observing me…'
Atticus' heart pounded in his chest. This was him. The one responsible for everything he had endured. After all the hell he'd survived to reach this point, he still couldn't move an inch in his presence.
"You're not ready."
The words froze him in place, but the presence vanished before any thought could form.
