Squelch.
Atticus' blade cut through Joan's neck in one swift motion, spraying golden blood across the earth. Even as the butler's head fell to the ground, his eyes still trembled in shock.
'Shit!'
Atticus staggered and fell to his knees, clutching his head as a stabbing pain tore through his mind. It felt as though millions of razor-sharp pins were constantly stabbing his mind.
'Hold… on…'
Atticus gritted his teeth, fighting through the agonizing pain. It was only after a full long minute passed that the pain subsided enough for him to catch his breath.
Breathing raggedly, Atticus wiped the sweat that had soaked his forehead, fixing his eyes on the severed corpse of the butler lying before him.
'It worked…'
It still felt unbelievable even as he stared directly at the result. What he had just done could only be described as world ending.
Atticus had always wondered why he was able to control other will types simply through exposure, but this had made everything clear.
