Crack!
The Spirit King's head lay splattered beneath him, yet Atticus was numb. No thrill. No excitement. Just… silence. Such that he hadn't even registered Ozeroth's shout. The world seemed different somehow.
A vortex didn't open up for the Spirit King. Instead, his body twisted inward, condensing into a blazing radiant purple fragment. It glowed so brightly it seemed like a beacon to the world.
Atticus stretched a hand towards it.
"Bond, wait!"
Ozeroth lunged forward to stop him, but Atticus wasn't listening. Before he could even make contact, the fragment shot into him.
Dense waves of purple surged through his body like a churning sea. Atticus felt warmth flood every part of him, followed by the hammering emotions of Solvath. They were stronger than anything he had ever felt before.
And then they vanished.
