'I just have to reach the fragments.'
Everything else could come later. With his resolve set, Atticus dissolved into lightning and streaked forward.
Raziel burst into uncontrolled laughter and surged to meet him, staff whirling forward in a lethal thrust. Atticus' senses locked onto the surrounding molecules as the words slipped from his lips.
"Cease motion."
Raziel froze mid strike. Atticus barely registered the sudden spike of pain tearing through his head as he passed by, his blade carving cleanly through Raziel's neck in one smoothmotion.
The head had not yet touched the ground before chaos erupted.
Ordan was already upon him, launching into a flurry of relentless thrusts. A thick black aura was boiling violently around his form as he attempted to counter what had just happened.
Atticus didn't engage him directly. Instead, he answered with another quiet command.
"Vanish, darkness."
