Atticus was at a crossroads.
Moments ago he’d been meditating, trying to get used to entering the stage of Logoth and erasing his emotions, when he felt a familiar aura appear from the surface, followed by an explosion, and now, words.
He just finished listening to Kaino speak, and to be completely honest, he hadn’t been shocked.
It was a betrayal even he saw coming.
’Because she didn’t listen to my advice.’
People were predictable creatures. They had a desperate need to assert dominance, to feel control over something... anything.
The moment that sense of control was threatened, they would rebel. It was simply in their nature. The more they were pushed, the harder they lashed out.
The incident weeks ago with Anorah and Kaino cemented all that occurred today.
This was why Atticus had never left room for uncertainty. He never allowed equality, never compromise. Only absolute domination.
To him, it was the only way to maintain order, the only language the world truly understood. To give people the opportunity to betray you was like waving candy to a child. The opportunity would be snatched faster than thought.
Regardless, what happened had already happened. There was no going back, only forward. Which brought Atticus back to the conundrum.
Should he fight, or flee?
’If what I feel is accurate, life force is being used.’
From Kaino’s words, and the current situation, it was clear that the will guard were the cause of this crisis.
’The sentinels.’
Did it mean that the use of life force was connected to the will guard? Had Whisker’s siblings been involved with them? Was the nature king even responsible for the invasion of the lower planes, or had it always been the will guard?
’Because of Solvath’s fragment...’
They were all frightening assumptions, ones that made him feel uneasy. It would mean that he was being monitored, all this time.
’I have to decide, quickly.’ He took in a deep breath, facing upwards. The major cause of his hesitation was the presence of life force.
It was such an impossible weapon. One that had the power to make the normal rules of battle obsolete. The dangers he would be in should he decide to fight could not be overstated.
’Is it worth it?’
Atticus asked the question in his mind. Was fighting... worth it? The current situation wasn’t his fault, and he wouldn’t gain anything should he even decide to fight.
He would be risking his life, for a world he barely knew, and a woman he only just met months ago.
Was it worth it?
Atticus felt his emotions churn. He had gone through the same dilemma before. Back then, moments before his massacre on the Zorvan world, he had wondered the type of person he wanted to be.
One who wouldn’t hesitate to enact a massacre if it was necessary, and also one who wouldn’t hesitate to risk his life if a loved one was in danger. Which begged the question, was Anorah a loved one?
’No.’
He was infatuated with her, definitely. He liked being in her presence, talking to her, definitely; however, the title loved one held more weight than infatuation.
Right now, he didn’t only have himself to think of. What would happen to his people at home if something should happen to him due to this choice?
’I’ll let Logoth decide.’
Atticus took in a breath, and closed his eyes.
He had weeks to master this technique, and after constant practice, it came as easy as breathing to him.
As his and Solvath’s emotions began to churn within him, he felt his mind stir. Every heartbeat slowed. Every thought, every feeling, began to fall away. Rage. Doubt. Grief. Even pride.
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