Atticus felt a wave of shock travel through his being.
His burning will had just collided with that of the masked willguard's, and it didn't take him time to come to the conclusion;
'His will is stronger than mine.'
Atticus was sure of it. If he hadn't compressed his will to only encompass his blade, he doubted if it wouldn't have shattered.
His eyes met the willguard's, and Atticus didn't miss the shock in them. He was shocked Atticus had been able to withstand his will.
Regardless, Atticus didn't care.
More shockwaves traveled through his will, threatening to break it.
'I have to do something.' The thought thundered in his head, and from the depth of his soul, something answered.
Atticus' crimson eyes flashed purple, and like a flicker, crimson will flared purple. In the next moment, the golden sturdy will of the willguard began to flicker.
The willguard's eyes shot wide in utter shock, muttering under his breath.
"Solvath's fragment."
