'It's the people.'
Atticus almost cursed his own stupidity. How had he not realized this sooner? Everything about this situation had been strange from the very beginning.
Even after all the Willguard he slaughtered, it had seemed as though the High Judicator cared more about putting on a spectacle than actually killing him. The people's praise was his fuel, his very power.
Which meant he would only continue growing stronger, inevitably pushing Atticus into an even more dangerous situation.
Atticus tightened his grip on his katana as his gaze sharpened.
'I have to sever it.'
A heavy pressure descended upon him, and he found the High Judicator staring at him with glowing eyes.
The aura surrounding him had grown even denser, and the weight of his presence bore down heavily on Atticus.
He raised his sword and pointed it forward.
"You will answer for your crimes."
He vanished in a flash of light.
