'Where am I?'
Atticus tried blinking away the endless darkness, but it didn't budge. No matter where he turned, it was all he saw.
'Don't tell me…'
As the thought formed, a sudden force jerked his mind. The darkness vanished as crimson light poured in from every direction, surging toward him.
'Shield!'
Atticus' will churned, bursting from him and meeting the incoming crimson sea in a clash.
He gritted his teeth as he tried to push back against the relentless pressure.
'I'm assimilating with the wills.' He realized.
The thousands of wills he'd gathered in the viscount realm were now combining with his will. Their sheer size and strength far surpassed anything he had experienced.
His feet scraped against the darkness as he was pushed back. He gritted his teeth, veins snaking across his head as he fought, but he was losing.
'I have to do something… anything.'
