Atticus almost hated himself for how long it had taken him to realize something so obvious.
His battle with Raziel should have opened his eyes.
The Verge rules were absolute, but to those who understood them, even the most rigid laws could be bent to serve a god's will.
If he had taken the time to truly think it through, things would have gone very differently. But the past was the past. There was no changing it.
There was only one thing still under his control.
The now.
And now, with the help of his beautiful, insanely cute soulkin, he had found the answer to the crisis at hand.
Atticus met Balanar's gaze head on.
"I've already made my choice… I'm going to kill you."
"What—"
Balanar never finished. Noctis erupted in blinding light and shot straight into Atticus' chest. A wave of warmth tore through him, but Atticus didn't resist it. He didn't try to take control.
Instead, he released every restraint and handed the reins over to Noctis.
