Atticus breathed deeply, trying to settle his thoughts. Some time had passed since Atticus had awakened his mark and he was still trying to get his thoughts in order.
The memories of Solvath plagued him, and so did the emotions. Atticus had had surges of emotions before, anger when any of his close ones were in danger. Anguish when he had lost Freya.
But he couldn't compare any of them to what he felt now. When he closed his eyes, all he saw were the five primordials betraying him, Solvath.
He could feel everything the star felt on that day. The anger, the pain, none of it had waned, despite the fact that millennia had passed. It was as though Solvath had always been watching, waiting.
'I can't keep going like this.'
He had to get everything under control, and fast. He had enemies to handle, people after his life. How was he supposed to battle when he was at a risk of having an existential crisis?
