Atticus could never forget that face. That infuriating grin. They were ingrained in his mind.
Ilyshkara's eyes narrowed. Countless calculations were already racing through her mind. Atticus didn't care. Asmerion had lied, straight to his face. Then it was safe to assume everything he had told him was a lie.
The Primordials descending. Time running out. Everything. They had been played. He had been played.
His thoughts became a tangled mess.
What now? Was he still supposed to go after the remaining fragments? Was Asmerion even trying to revive Solvath? The Star Killer…
Atticus' eyes slowly lowered. This must have been its true purpose, why Asmerion had given it to him in the first place.
Assurance.
A way to make sure he followed through.
'I need to get rid of it.'
Atticus glanced at his katana, then froze.
It was glowing.
"Atticus, listen to me." Ilyshkara stepped forward and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Her abyss-black eyes held his.
