As control over his body returned, Atticus opened his eyes. His grip was already tight around his katana as he instinctively scanned his surroundings.
'No threats.'
An endless wasteland of cracked ground stretched out before him. The sun bore down mercilessly from above, the heat so intense that the air shimmered.
Atticus turned his attention towards himself next, checking carefully and confirming that everything was intact.
'Not all.'
The Span's final words echoed faintly in his mind. His life weapon was still present, as were his other abilities, but his will felt… different.
'I can't feel Eldoralth anymore.'
It was as though the connection to his world had been cleanly severed. The endless stream of will and energy he had constantly drawn from Eldoralth was gone, leaving him with only his own finite reserves.
