As the bald man lifted his eyes and met Atticus', the world blurred in Atticus' vision.
He felt a danger unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. His will began to churn before he could even realize it.
The man tilted his head slightly as he regarded Atticus, then a smile slowly stretched across his face, so wide it looked unnatural.
"Food—"
Atticus flashed before the man like a phantom, driving his blade forward with such force that a vacuum formed in its wake.
Boom!
An overwhelming force blasted out from the impact, sending Azeron, Thora, Thomas along with the endless debris of the willguard's base hurling away.
As the haze cleared, Atticus' eyes narrowed to slits.
'He blocked it?'
A purple barrier had formed before the bald man, effortlessly blocking his attack. This was the life weapon, bare and untainted. For anything to block it so easily…
'Solvath.'
There was no doubt.
It was the weapon the inscriber had been talking about.
